the measure of me...

how African are you?How chinese are you? how Indian are you? How Malay are you?How modernised are you? How rhythmic, how intelligent, how sassy?How Christian are you? How Muslim are you? the list goes on. Is it fair then to try to measure a person by their knowledge? or by their looks or their beliefs? see the world measures a man by the amount of possessions he owns and by the size of his wife's gifts in the same way it measures a woman by the size of her bust and the make she wears... everything in between means that someone is not good enough... therefore the measure of a man is his worldly possessions. If you cant dance, u'r so not African, if you are not doing science based courses you are not intelligent. if this is such then does the measure of me depend on the amount i have as opposed to the amount i teach right from wrong? my true identity seem to lie on my wordly possession the shallowness of my soul and the very amount of money i spend in my daily life. the thought itself is scary, the minuteness of every detail is microscoped until they are deemed magnitudes! in all fairness, even when all things are meant to be the same to make us equal, there will always be a few things that are made to intentionally distinguish the elite from the ordinary, i could go on but still, i have no idea what the measure of me is.

ties

friendships and other ties have a way of ending on a very unexpected way, while for some we fight and part, some we just grow apart and well there is possibly some we just lose contact and of course there is some that will simply disappear noetheless there is the most tragic, brace yourself, some who feel they are suddnely "better" than you. While this is rather sickening to imagine you have to admit that sometimes the burden is actually too much to carry and its nice to finally have one less friends to drag you to a mall you cant afford and make crazy schemes that will leave you broke for sure. Why do i say this is a tragedy? i've come to the realisation that someone's insecurities actually brings insecurities to people around them. You know sort of like how you use another's person's aura to your benefit when they are positive it also kind of rubs off on you. My point? well i'm trying to point out that, although people come in and out of lives however insignificant they may seem they are there for a purpose. some pretend to care for us, some do care, some obsess about our lives without even noticing some hurt us beyond measure and some make us feel warm and fuzzy inside. Well back to negative energy, have u noticed how people who always know something about some other person always has someone at their side giggling. It sometimes seems as though this person's happiness meets no limits. When you meet such a person they have a tendency of amking sure they say something about someone and somehow make you say,(yes!they tempt you.!!) things that you have either kept in you because you know that no good will come out of saying them OR you never really sat and thought it through. Somehow after this encounter you will find it comes and bites you in the hind. so our ties do eventually dictate who we are and what we will amount to as someone sais, "Know my friends, and you will know exactly who I am" meaning if im friends with everybody then you will never know me. Am i saying love your friends and hate the rest of the world? NO.! All I'm pointing is that, this is a kind of behaviour that breeds deceitful behaviour. For what will you discuss with your group one friends after you have met up with group 2 and 3? Ties, arent they ohh so important???