Even Pirates have their own low-points
I’ll have to make a confession here. 2003 was really a shitty year for me. It all started when I decided to save this girl’s ass from my close friends who were trying to cast a pelet spell on her. It was a heroic act from my perspective but from that of my friends’, it was high treason. In less than two hours since they figured who backstabbed them, I got myself degraded from THE pious Methodist into public enemy #1.
I took the initial brunt quite easily. I was born and raised a Methodist. I know what it's like to hang out with nasty people. But I was helpless in the long run. The class began to question my loyalty (not that I ever swore one). The crowd would disperse everytime I entered the classroom. I was the last pick in the draft. What's worse is that this girl didn't even bother to talk to me.
Then there was this physics teacher called Ramzah Ram. Everytime he entered the class, we'd get a pop quiz about GLBB or Hukum Newton. Fuck Newton! I don't care about a guy who's already been dead for more than 300 years, no matter how smart he was. I don't care about the acceleration and the mechanics of a speeding car. I want a speeding car to run over physics teachers. Anyway, the pop quiz became so frequent that eventually it just lost the surprise element. Now physics wouldn't be so bad had I have a friend to help me out. But as I said earlier, I was now the outcast.
Have I told y'all about AFI? I can tell at least 1000 wrongness about this show but my dad was all into this North Sumatran pride thing that instead of watching football, I had to spend most of my Saturady nights listening to *THAT* Feri asshole. Not that watching football would make my life easier. My favorite team, Manchester United, was having a losing streak back then. United had spent millions of hard cash at the transfer market but for what? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. They should have just spent that money on building an ass-kicking machine so the members of the team could stand in line to get their asses kicked. It would have done the same thing as letting them get their asses kicked against another team.
But the nastiest thing about the ordeal is that I was single. Now, every once and awhile some dipshits would appear on TV and say how cool it is to be single and enjoying life and all that crap. LIE. I was single for 17 years and there's nothing cute about it. If you consider sitting at the far end of KFc, eating combo 1 all by yourself is cool....maybe...
So yeah, as I said the word " shitty" can't even begin to describe my life back in 2003.
About 3000 kilometers from where I lived, there existed a girl by the name Meeka Elizabeth. I'm not at liberty to tell you how life was treating her at that point of time, but here's a picture that might help.
We didn't know each other back then. I didn't know that she even existed. Neither did she have the slightest clue about me. Back then my life revolved around depression. Her life was all about candles and Hello Kitty flip-flops. I had a Nokia 3210. She had braces. My biggest dream was to get into H.I UGM. Her biggest dream was...I don't know. But I'm sure I wasn't part of it.
I'm always intrigued by this idea. Two human beings who were both unaware of each other's existence, not knowing that someday in a most bizarre twist of fate would be united in the most unlikely place.
Anyway, back to my story. Isn't it amazing to see how much you can accomplish in 4 years. At the begining of 2004, I began to reclaimed my grounds (thanks to those free Kartu As free SMS). I became the first owner of AGT in the whole island. In 2005, I succesfully got out of that cursed walls of Highschool. And not only did I graduate with flying grades but I also literally pissed at the principal's office (as a final fuck-you gesture). And the coolest part about my graduation is that I was the only one who got out with a Purple Heart. If you look at my yearbook, I'm the only person who gets to wear an eye patch. And that eye patch was fairly earned in combat. I was destined to be a pirate.
And what an ass-kicking pirate have I become. Here's badass picture of myself being a pirate.
As for that petite girl in the picture above, she finally evolved into this striking beauty.
You may be thinking, what has become of my friends. Well, one of them is still cleaning up (and probably losing his hard-fought high school diploma as well) after that massive Batavian flood some weeks ago. The other guy who thought I was a traitor is now getting F's at med.school. I wouldn't be too surprised if ten years from now he gets his ass indicted for malpractice.
As for that ungrateful girl whose ass I saved from the fiery cauldron of hell...well, I haven't heard/spoken to her for years. But a friend once told me that she's now taking afternoon classes at law school and is trying to crash diet. Which is a useless activity to undertake, if you ask me...since everyone knows that law school graduates will turn into fat, disgusting slobs anyway.
So kids, my digression notwithstanding, you know what's the moral of this story -- if there is one? When life becomes a serial of shitty events, don't become a pussy and run away. Instead, look at him in the face, raise you middle finger and say, "FUCK YOU, BITCH!!!" And say that out loud. You'll find yourselves at ease in no time.
As much as I hate to end a post with a cliche but I have to say this: EVERY CLOUD REALLY HAS ITS SILVER LINING. Seriously. No matter how shitty life is, just hang tough for a while because eventually you'll bump into a beautiful, Southern Belle. Hell...at least it works that way for me.
I took the initial brunt quite easily. I was born and raised a Methodist. I know what it's like to hang out with nasty people. But I was helpless in the long run. The class began to question my loyalty (not that I ever swore one). The crowd would disperse everytime I entered the classroom. I was the last pick in the draft. What's worse is that this girl didn't even bother to talk to me.
Then there was this physics teacher called Ramzah Ram. Everytime he entered the class, we'd get a pop quiz about GLBB or Hukum Newton. Fuck Newton! I don't care about a guy who's already been dead for more than 300 years, no matter how smart he was. I don't care about the acceleration and the mechanics of a speeding car. I want a speeding car to run over physics teachers. Anyway, the pop quiz became so frequent that eventually it just lost the surprise element. Now physics wouldn't be so bad had I have a friend to help me out. But as I said earlier, I was now the outcast.
Have I told y'all about AFI? I can tell at least 1000 wrongness about this show but my dad was all into this North Sumatran pride thing that instead of watching football, I had to spend most of my Saturady nights listening to *THAT* Feri asshole. Not that watching football would make my life easier. My favorite team, Manchester United, was having a losing streak back then. United had spent millions of hard cash at the transfer market but for what? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. They should have just spent that money on building an ass-kicking machine so the members of the team could stand in line to get their asses kicked. It would have done the same thing as letting them get their asses kicked against another team.
But the nastiest thing about the ordeal is that I was single. Now, every once and awhile some dipshits would appear on TV and say how cool it is to be single and enjoying life and all that crap. LIE. I was single for 17 years and there's nothing cute about it. If you consider sitting at the far end of KFc, eating combo 1 all by yourself is cool....maybe...
So yeah, as I said the word " shitty" can't even begin to describe my life back in 2003.
About 3000 kilometers from where I lived, there existed a girl by the name Meeka Elizabeth. I'm not at liberty to tell you how life was treating her at that point of time, but here's a picture that might help.
We didn't know each other back then. I didn't know that she even existed. Neither did she have the slightest clue about me. Back then my life revolved around depression. Her life was all about candles and Hello Kitty flip-flops. I had a Nokia 3210. She had braces. My biggest dream was to get into H.I UGM. Her biggest dream was...I don't know. But I'm sure I wasn't part of it.
I'm always intrigued by this idea. Two human beings who were both unaware of each other's existence, not knowing that someday in a most bizarre twist of fate would be united in the most unlikely place.
Anyway, back to my story. Isn't it amazing to see how much you can accomplish in 4 years. At the begining of 2004, I began to reclaimed my grounds (thanks to those free Kartu As free SMS). I became the first owner of AGT in the whole island. In 2005, I succesfully got out of that cursed walls of Highschool. And not only did I graduate with flying grades but I also literally pissed at the principal's office (as a final fuck-you gesture). And the coolest part about my graduation is that I was the only one who got out with a Purple Heart. If you look at my yearbook, I'm the only person who gets to wear an eye patch. And that eye patch was fairly earned in combat. I was destined to be a pirate.
And what an ass-kicking pirate have I become. Here's badass picture of myself being a pirate.
As for that petite girl in the picture above, she finally evolved into this striking beauty.
You may be thinking, what has become of my friends. Well, one of them is still cleaning up (and probably losing his hard-fought high school diploma as well) after that massive Batavian flood some weeks ago. The other guy who thought I was a traitor is now getting F's at med.school. I wouldn't be too surprised if ten years from now he gets his ass indicted for malpractice.
As for that ungrateful girl whose ass I saved from the fiery cauldron of hell...well, I haven't heard/spoken to her for years. But a friend once told me that she's now taking afternoon classes at law school and is trying to crash diet. Which is a useless activity to undertake, if you ask me...since everyone knows that law school graduates will turn into fat, disgusting slobs anyway.
So kids, my digression notwithstanding, you know what's the moral of this story -- if there is one? When life becomes a serial of shitty events, don't become a pussy and run away. Instead, look at him in the face, raise you middle finger and say, "FUCK YOU, BITCH!!!" And say that out loud. You'll find yourselves at ease in no time.
As much as I hate to end a post with a cliche but I have to say this: EVERY CLOUD REALLY HAS ITS SILVER LINING. Seriously. No matter how shitty life is, just hang tough for a while because eventually you'll bump into a beautiful, Southern Belle. Hell...at least it works that way for me.
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