What Is It About These Cauc(Asian)?

In the east, we have this:

In the west, they do this:

Basically, white people try to get colour and people-of-colour try to get white.

Why?

Unless your skin colour is blue, it's probably attractive.

Oh, wait...

 

Hey, Man, I'm Alive!

I'm taking each day a night at a time.
Yeah, I'm down but I know I'll get by.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, man!
I gotta live my life
I'm gonna pick up all the pieces
and what's left of my pride.

I'm feeling like a Monday
but someday I'll be Saturday night.

I Don't Care if Monday's Black

Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack,
Thursday never looking back,
It's Friday, I'm in love.

Hush, Little Baby, Don't Say a Word

And never mind that voice you heard,
It's just the beast under your bed,
In your closet, in your head!

The flying fuck? I've not posted for over a month? Shit.

Perceptions

This came from my tumblr but it's blog-worthy isn't it?

People who are attracted to women are judged if they say they find this person hot:

Because it promotes an unrealistic body image for girls, and it's bad and yadda yadda yadda. I agree completely.
But
These are healthy images for boys?


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...
...
Sorry, drooling over Mike Chang's abs.
What was my point?

Fight For Your Right

I'm fighting for the rights of minority, despite belonging to the majority.
I'm fighting for the sake of equality.
I'm fighting for your rights.
Won't you fight along with me?

I'm a traitor, apparently, I don't care.
I'm a keyboard warrior, they say, I don't care.
I'm doing this for empty publicity? I don't care.
But when these slanders come from you...

Why should I fight for your rights if you're content with talking behind closed doors and being Uncles Tom?

I Should Really Write Here More Often

But I'm stuck in Tumblr.

Damn, you Tumblr!

Obligatory Raya Post

Everybody's probably blasting their Raya mix.

Not me, though.

Raya songs are usually about the happy feasts people have or how one doesn't get to spend the day with their loved ones.

Food and complaints, how very Malaysian.

My mix is the exact song list from the cd of love songs Papa'd play on our 8-hour drives back to Kelantan, unshuffled. The songs that I'd sing off-key-ly to, annoying my mom and siblings, who'd be trying to sleep in the car.

Good times.

Happy Raya all!

Failure

I fail at following my own advice.

Kata-kata Orang Yang Tak Sesat

Orang Yang Tak Sesat hina orang yang sesat. Tak cukup dengan itu, dia hina keluarga orang yang sesat.

Orang Yang Tak Sesat kata kita tak boleh persoalkan agama, walhal dalam Quran nyata dikatakan bahawa orang kafir adalah orang yang mengikut agama dia sebab bapa-bapa dia menganut agama tersebut, iaitu menganut membuta-tuli.

Orang Yang Tak Sesat kata tak boleh menggunakan metod empirik dalam agama, walhal Nabi Allah Ibrahim jumpa Tuhan dengan cara deduksi.

Orang Yang Tak Sesat panggil orang yang sesat kufur, musyrik, sedangkan Allah sendiri menegur Rasul Allah Muhammad pabila baginda mengatakan bahawa dosa si pencuri kafan tidak akan dimaafkan.

Ya Allah, kalau macam ni lah Orang Yang Tak Sesat, Kau sesatkan lah aku selama-lamanya agar aku tidak dimurkaiMu.

Friendship

Free Myspace Generators

A two-way street, just saying.

Perfection: A Wall of Text

I am insecure I am clingy I grew up ridiculed I grew up having a pretty bad self perception I grew up without any real friends I get irritated by most people I know I worry too much I care too little I'm doing it all for the wrong reason I hate others too easily I am suspicious of those who love me I'm inapprropriate I'm rude I'm an elitist I'm proud in the bad way I am too trusting too fast I don't deserve the respect and love people give me I push those who come close to me I'm afraid I'll disappoint people's expectation I sometimes hate the way I look I want to be left alone I want to be adored too much I am an attention whore I'm a mean bitch I'm hateful I'm hated I'm fake I know nothing but will never admit it I judge people too quickly I am insulting to people I care about

To me, I, sometimes, am the worst person on Earth

I have the world's greatest mom. My dad is proud of me. My sisters love me. My brother and I are having an almost incestuous bromance. I have friends who take the day off from work just to spend the whole day with me without anything specific in mind. I have friends who can sit with me and crap for literally 6-hours straight and still feel that we've not spent enough time together that day. I have more bromances than enough for two men. I have friends that I know I can talk to about anything and everything. I have internet people, who I've never met or even talk to verbally, who adore me, flaws and all. I am appreciated by too many people. I've felt romantic love and infatuation once each. I have people who are comfortable enough with me to tell me things about themselves and what they do, things that society would frown upon.

My life is perfect. Envy me.

Life Lessons: Lesson #1

It's annoying to hear a 24-year old talking about life as if he knows everything there is to know about it.

In truth, he's still learning about life. All of us are. Even your 93-year-old grandfather, who went through two world wars and that robotic invasion from the future is still learning about life even as his mind turns to mush.

That person, who claims to know a lot about life, however is usually and ironically one of those who knows less compared to others.

So, if by the cosmic scale we all hold more or less the same quantity of the mysteriae vitae, why not start sharing whenever you can, be you a 93-year-old war veteran, a 24-year-old struggling not to care about people's thoughts and expectation or a 6-year-old, who for the first time in his life went potty all by himself?

I try to always remind myself that even touched fools know something I do not. I do this especially when I'm dealing with mentally-not-challenged retards. Why not learn from them?

So, Lesson Numero Uno: When you're in a good mood, maximize it.



one happy geek. by ~poop-art on deviantART

It might seem pretty obvious but hear me out. When sorrow comes a-knockin', we feed it. Consciously or otherwise, we feed it by brooding over it. We try to distract ourselves but more often than not, we suck at it.

It's pretty hard to stop doing that, I know. If that's the case, why not spend as much focus when euphoria's home?

Even if your singing annoys your siblings; even if your dancing draws scowls and jeers; even if your ear-to-ear grin earns criticism - do whatever keeps you in the mood.

This is vital. You never know when your next high is coming. It might be hours, it might be days, it might be years in some cases.

So, why not enjoy it while it lasts?

Let's Do It

Let's Do It [Let's Fall In Love]

But that’s why birds do it,

Bees do it,

Even educated fleas do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

In Spain the best upper sets do it,

Lithuanians and Letts do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,

Not to mention the Finns,

Folks in Siam do it,

Think of Siamese twins.

Some Argentines without means do it,

People say in Boston even beans do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Romantic sponges they say do it,

Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Cold Cape Cod clams ‘gainst their wish do it,

Even lazy jellyfish do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Electric eels, I might add, do it,

Though it shocks ‘em I know,

Why ask if shads do it,

Waiter bring me shad roe.

In shallow shoals English soles do it,

Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

The dragonflies in the reeds do it,

Sentimental centipedes do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Mosquitoes, heaven forbid, do it,

So does every katydid do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

The most refined ladybugs do it,

When a gentleman calls,

Moths in your rugs do it,

What’s the use of moth balls?

Locusts in trees do it,

Bees do it,

Even overeducated fleas do it,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love,

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

The Cure - Friday I'm In Love

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I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too

Thursday I don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart

Oh, Thursday doesn't even start

It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday, wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday, never hesitate...

I don't care if Mondays black

Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack

Thursday, never looking back

It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday, you can hold your head

Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed

Or Thursday - watch the walls instead

It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday, never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes

It's a wonderful surprise

To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throwing out your frown

And just smiling at the sound

And as sleek as a sheik

Spinning round and round

Always take a big bite

It's such a gorgeous sight

To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough

Enough of this stuff

It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too

Thursday I don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart

Thursday doesn't even start

It's Friday I'm in love

Cabin Fever

Day #3 of staying alone in this apartment:

All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.

That is all.

Homophobia

I get why you don't agree with homosexuality. I really do. You think it's against God's Laws, it's unnatural, it turns you on even though you're straight: WHATEVER.

But why must you hate gays, though? 

I don't agree with your views. 

I don't agree with your actions.

I don't agree with your sense of style.

Do I have to hate you then?

Remember Kids:

Labels

Let's face it.

We label people. Yes, even you, the snooty one who says, labeling is wrong! You label labelers as close-minded bigots, more often than not.

I understand why people need to label. It's comforting when you can categorize people in certain definitions because one feels like one can predict the reactions of said people. Girls cry. Boys play sport. Girl likes boys and boys like girls. The universe is in order.

Like so many great people before me said, we are afraid of things we do not understand. And what's more difficult to understand than people who act beyond our comprehension on how the world works, beyond our expectation?

 Why does this man love another man? 

 How does this race of lazy bastards stay in power for so long?

How does a person with mediocre voice, singing meaningless pop songs that he doesn't even write, becomes so famous?

And what's a more appropriate thing to do than hating the things we're afraid of, things we don't understand?

And let's be honest. We label ourselves. I label myself as an out-of-the-box thinker. A writer. A person who appreciates art. An ok-looking guy who mind-bogglingly has/had a number of admirers, both men and women. A procrastinator. An open-minded person. The list goes on and on.

I do hate it when people label me, though. Especially when they say, "I know you." or "Of course, you'd do that." I hate it. When people say that, I go out of my way to do something outside of their expectation. Then, their perception of me will be shattered. I do so love to fuck people's minds up.


I guess we hate people labeling us because it limits who we are in their eyes and we believe that we're so much more than that. But then, we label ourselves, too. We limit ourselves to these labels.

And if you take away these labels, you're labeling yourself as a person unlabeled, undefined.

That's just another label, now, innit?

Conclusion: This post wants you to think but provides no answer.

Disclaimer: This post is full of sarcasm and satires. So, please think before you post though I doubt you'd do that.

The Wacky Adventures of Bill and Steve

I got these from here.

Players of Cos

I'm very ambivalent about cosplayers.

On the one hand, I find them borderline pathetic [Sorry, M, but this is my knee-jerk reaction. It's societal brainwashing, you understand that, don't you?]

On the other hand, the first coherent thought I have when I see a good cosplayer is OMG I WANT THAT COSTUME TOO!

I mean, come on! How GOOD are these:

In short: I want to be as coolly pathetic as these people.

Dear Stalkee:

This is the exact same thing that I posted on your Facebook wall but with pictures and I thought that you might want to make a virtual carbon copy that you can check from time to time.

OMG we make the best raya pics ever

People say I stalk you.

So, apparently, knowing you for 6 years and having regular 6-hour-minimum hanging out/gossiping/shopping session and sharing news on facebook is considered stalking. 

Maybe I should, like, meet you once in my life and then keep on bugging you on your facebook wall. Like that I can join the others as your BFF ah? Haha.

But then again, if that means erasing the 6 year experience - 

- which includes, but not limited to, you talking my ears off on our
first volgo flight; you consoling me during my depression because I lost
my room key; our patching up stories from different sides to see the
...whole picture; me trying unsuccessfully convincing you to buy a summer
dress just for the hell of it; our long walks; our neverending talks;
the dirty looks we get from zhar pitssa girls because we sit there for
too long; the awkward juniors asking whether we're an item -

- if I have to wipe the slate clean, then, screw it all to hell, I'll be
your stalker instead of your BFF.

Serious shit, I don't know how I'm gonna survive Volgo people without
you. D=

This started as a joke tapi skarang dah emo.

Gila terrer aku tulis sampai aku sendiri teraffected. Oh, and of course,
To Sir With Love is playing with Kurt's Oh, it isn't easy but I'll
tryyyyyyyyyy!

 

Random picture since we have very little pics of us together =.= 

Things That Makes Me Happy Today

My outfit  

Plaid Shorts with Reddish Orange Beatles Shirt and Maroon Suspenders + Johan = Cayoot!

A 16-year old thought I was 20

Oh come on, you'd be thrilled to be me.

Realizing that it's Friday while singing along to The Cure's Friday, I'm in Love

Happy Johan singing along to appropriately titled songs is happy.

Seeing two men in their twenties giving piggy back rides to each other, laughing
Consider that this place right here is one of the most homophobic places and guy friends barely touch each other. Friendships like that warms the cockles of my heart.

Something Sweet: One Sentence Blog

I just totally remembered how I spent the last days of the last holiday having nightly Glee marathons with my little brother.

World Cup: One Sentence Blog

No, I'm one of those sipping their chardonnay or tea, if they don't drink, and smiling a little while shaking their heads and muttering under their breath, "Barbarians!"

Motivation

It takes a lot of motivations to do whatever you've chosen in life. Well, for me at least. I need to constantly remind myself why am I torturing myself.

Passion: Nope, I totally have no strong feeling in medicine.

Parents: Making them proud is a prominent factor but there's an annoying little voice that keeps on saying that they would be proud of me no matter where I will be.

Helping the Helpless: If you want to help the helpless, you can do so in virtually any line of job. And most of them take less time to learn than medicine.

Money: Money can't by you love, the Beatles said.

No, the pushing factor for me right now, the ultimate motivation, the one that keeps me on the track right now is...

Lifestyle: There are very few other jobs in the world, at least in the beginning, that is absolutely plausible to put aside a quarter of your income for clothes and have your fashion monster adequately sated.

Obsessions

I get obsessed over something so easily, it's not even funny. Especially TV shows. 

Friends. 

Scrubs. 

That 70s Show. 

Happy Days. 

Cheers. 

Monkees. 

Dharma & Greg. 

I Dreamed of Jeanie. 

Bewitched...

Now: Glee.

More specifically: Glee's Chris Colfer's character, Kurt Hummel.

Even more specific:

Glee's Chris Colfer's character, Kurt Hummel's sailor hat in the season finale. I physically need one.

This obviously doesn't help the unconfirmed rumor that I might be batting for the other team. But fuck it, who cares.

Dance, Johan, Dance!

There's a lot of things I want to blog about but lately my muse has been adorning the zealot's garments and sounding the battle horn i.e. the things I feel inspired to talk about has been about spirituality.

But I don't want to do that. I don't want this blog to be solely a ground for theophilosophical debate, which I rather enjoy, by the by.

I want to post silly things. I want to post GMH moment things. I want to post disgusting things.

Buuuuuut, at the same time, none of those things apparently generate the same amount of comments nor readership.

Buuuuuut, I plan to go really far in life. Really, REALLY far. Controversial things can come round and bite my arse if I'm not careful.

Buuuuuut, honestly, I enjoy the attention. I'd be a liar to say otherwise.

I am a puppet dancing to the crowds tunes with scissors in my hand.

Do you promise to comment on my non-spiritual posts, my beloved?

Quick Post Before Going to Class

Tanya Sama Hati

P.Ramlee & Normadiah 

Tanya pada pokok, apa sebab goyang

nanti jawab pokok angin yang goncang

tanya sama langit, apa sebab hujan

nanti jawab langit, tanya lah awan

Awan nanti kata, aku kandung air

sampai tempat sejuk, aku pun cair

tengok dalam air, nampak bayang-bayang

campak satu batu, bayang pun hilang

Tanya sama hati, apa asal sayang

apakah tandanya nampak di pandang

kumbang rayu bunga

bulan dan bintangnya

punya tanda-tanda hubungan mesra

Tanya sama hati

pernahkah merindu

ingat masa lena apa mimpimu

masa berjauhan

apa nan dikenang

bila difahamkan itulah sayang

Jikalau tidak kerana sayang

kuntuman kasih tak mungkin kembang

andainya jemu mengganti rindu

jambangan mesra tentulah layu

Tanya sama hati

pernahkah merindu

ingat masa lena apa mimpimu

masa berjauhan

apa nan dikenang

bila difahamkan itulah sayang

itulah sayang

Yet Another One Sentence Blog

Stop condemning the whole Israel nation to fuckery, goddammit, because it's the Israeli government who is responsible.

Last Post for Today, I Swear.

Regardless of your thoughts on homosexuality, this is the best family moment I've seen on TV.

Best Glee quote of that episode: Place looks great.

Just Sayin'

Birthday wishes are cheapened by online social networking. Just sayin'.

Quote

"So, you're having a conversation with the Great Spirit, the Creator of All Things, and you're doing the talking?"

- Dead Indian George on prayers, Dharma and Greg 3rd Season, Episode 1

Ignorance is Bliss... Except for the Ignored

"When u attack Black people, theycall it racism. When u attack Jewish people, they call it anti-semetism. When u attack women, they call it sexism.When u attack homosexuality,they call it intolerance. When u attack a Country, theycall it treason.When u attack a religious sect, they call it...hate..But when they...attack the... Prophet Mohammed, they call itfreedom of speech!! (make it your status if you care)"  - Facebook status madness.

Today, I will be touching on a sensitive issue. And I will make a point here and now that this is not a religious argument but a social one. Bear with me. Keep your zealotry under your belt till you finish reading this.

The above statement is taking the rather conservative Muslim Facebook community in Volgograd by storm. Every other person of that persuasion, it seems, posted it or a variation of it as their status. Now, I believe in every person's right to voice their opinion and I believe that those posters think their views are right. I'm not saying they're wrong, here, understand?

What I am saying is simply this:

We give power to a problem by recognizing it. Without our acknowledgment, the said problem has no dominance, no presence.

Consider:
According to Islamic history, Muhammad was ridiculed and was hurled all kinds of shits, even literal ones. Did he beat his chest and cry out to his people of the injustice that was done to him? No, he ignored the harassment and this only ignited the fury and frustration of the torturers and increased his prestige and standing amongst believers and non-believers alike.

Consider:
Standing before the Pharisees and Pilate, the Bible says Jesus said no words, replied nothing to the accusations these people threw and confronted him with. His reward: people deified him and vilified the others.

Consider:
King Henry the VIII of England ignored the Pope's decree that his divorce was unlawful. He was threatened with excommunication. Did he care? No. He even went a step further and created the Church of England. As a result, people began to see that there is nothing substantial, at least in the material world, in the Pope's threats and the political power of the Vatican waned to nothingness that it is today.

Consider:
The Germans were fucked up royally politically and economically after the Second World War. The Jews, too, during the said war. Afterward, some of those Jews who had ulterior motives or just didn't know any better played up the Holocaust and the suffering of the Jews. They shouted to all of those who would listen and even some that wouldn't: "Look at us! Pity us! We were done a great injustice!"

A fact, which, by all accounts, is a true statement in my book. But it annoyed people greatly. The Germans, on the other hand, were quiet, accepted their fate and went on with their lives.

Now, see: What is the racial and racist stereotype for Jews? How about Germans? How many anti-Semites are there today compared to anti-Germans? Except for people directly affected by the war, I never heard any anti-Germanism.

If anything, more admired the Germans for their ability to rebuild and become an important player in the game we call World Politics.

Consider:
If the Dane's cartoon was not attacked by the Muslim community, would it not have fallen to obscurity, like so many of its predecessors?

Let me reiterate here that I see the caricature as a sign of utmost disrespect to a person of such high prestige. I disagree with it completely as did the rest of the Muslim community and some of those not of the belief. But we gave power to the cartoon with our death threats.

Others who did not really care about Muhammad joined in with the Dane, they're protecting their right to free speech. More anti-Islamic caricatures and articles went up online and in print in matter of days.

One can view that, ultimately, it was the Muslims, who are responsible for the sharp rise of anti-Mohammedan tendencies in the press after the Dane's initial fuckup.


This has been my unwanted two cents. Good night.

P.s. If one were to argue that the Dane's caricature is a comment on the qualities of contemporary Muslims instead of those of the Prophet, one would have a valid point. After all, among the first reactions were death threats from Muftis all over the world.


P.p.s. This coincide with the 36th Law of Power

Mission: Impossible

It's easy to pray for someone we love.

It's harder to pray for someone we hate.

It's nigh impossible to pray for someone that we're indifferent to.

So, your mission for the next 365 days is to pray - or if you're an atheist, wish the best - for that someone that is in your life but barely so - the bus conductor, the lunch lady, that stray cat on your street and the old man that feeds it.

Why? Just because.

Losing My Religion

Basically, it's this: A+B=C

Where,

Situation A is:
 

You get Psychiatry and Psychology so much because it feeds your need to understand human nature since you were 10 and it's the first path you've ever seriously considered taking. Even if you won't make much money out of it, which is the reason you're in Medicine in the first place.


Situation B is:

You take a rational stance on your spirituality, believing whatever your chosen faith decrees has a logical basis and you try to find those reasons.



Situation C is:

Analyzing those religious figures, be it a prophet, demigod or that talking pile of dog poo, in a rational and secular point of view makes you realize that they all, Muhammad and Buddha and Tinkerbell, fit into the classic profile of a hallucinating schizophrenic.


Situation C can also be:

You realizing you're quite fucked up spiritually.

Dear Sister

Dear Sister,

I'm on a good writing hiatus. I haven't been able to write anything good for months now. But I feel that I have to give it a go for your birthday.

I'm physically tired, mentally dead and artistically gone, so, don't expect much.

OK, I seriously can't do it.

Let me do this, instead. I'll take one line from each of the songs that appeared on Michael Jackson's Number One album according to the order they appear to convey a birthday message. Or some jumbled-up lines that have no meaning. Michael Jackson because I know you love him, that particular album because that's the only album that I'm willing to listen to on repeat to find good entries for this gift.

Keep on with the force - Don't stop!

Don't try to fight it!

For forty days and for forty nights,

You wanna stay alive, better do what you can.

The funk of forty thousand years 

Is just an apple

And angels sing,

So, listen up!

Go on, girl!

That's so carefree!

Okay, I want everybody to clear the area right now,

girl, when the goin' gets mean! 

Everyday I sit and ask myself,

"Is there a time

to know that woman?"

You rock my world, you know you did.

Break of dawn, girl, you've got to understand:

I can't stop lovin' you!

So, that's my crappy gift. I know, I know, I owe you a better one.

Since that sucks so much, I'll post a badly photoshopped pic here:

No, I don't have boobs nor cleavage. This is just a picture of my sister with some random friend of hers that was left on the digicam she gave me. I added my head there in case you missed it.

Happy Birthday, Sis.

P.S: You must acknowledge that it's damn hard not to sound incestuous sebab half of MJ's number one hits are about sex.

I Have a Feeling

That tomorrow's gonna be very jazzy to me. In particular: Swing. Specifically: The Sultana of Scat-singin', Ella Fitzgerald.






And yes, I suck as a writer nowadays.

Another One Sentence Blog

Is it weird that I felt that 'awww' feeling because it seems to me that my friend feels close enough to me not to feel ashamed when he told me that he'll talk to me later because he's trying to jerk off?

Cool

Being at the right parties. Drinking the right drinks. Dancing the whole night long.

Is that what being cool means?

Well, yes. That's what being cool means.

Am I cool? 

Nope.

Am I okay with that?

You know what, I think I am.

Two-Sentence Blog

You're not as good as you think you are and people are not as bad as you think they are. I'm just sayin'.