I've been an oxymoron in my head ever since I could think. Mum made me behave although inside I was the type to mess up and freak out. And when she wasn't watching, I did. Spectacularly. When I got older, I didn't bother hiding. I am an unconventional person working at one of the most ultra-conventional jobs ever... where people watch and pounce the minute you do something 'not proper'. I don't wanna do things the way I am expected to... but to please people (and cos I don't really care), I do it. Sometimes. Other times, I do stuff the way I want to and watch the fallout. I mean, the time I just had the guts of my car ripped and replaced with an engine that could take me higher... I didn't stop hearing the lectures till I sold the car but I had fun driving it. My dad blew his top when he drove it (without my knowledge) and found that the thrust was more powerful than the brakes. I mean, who wants to brake? We just wanna go faster, don't we? But having a kid kinda put the brakes on me. I worry cos sometimes I wonder if having me as a parent is good for Dylan. I mean, I feed him and all but I'm LIBERAL. Aren't parents supposed to be the guardian (read disciplinarian bodyguard controller) of their children's future? I'm not permissive but if he wanted to be an artist and hang out in Bali, I don't think I'd go nuts. But that's okay, isn't it? BUT this communityI live in is soooooooo proper. Proper parents make their kids make proper choices. Heh. I'm not proper.
I love stories... whether I hear them, read them or see them. They make me feel things, and they also teach me things. Yes, I'm going to talk about Dimash Kudaibergen again. He is a story teller par excellence, via his music and his lyrics. So young, you may say, to earn such a title ... Surely he hasn't lived long enough to have gathered all those stories in his heart and to be able to share those stories with others. But watch a video of him singing... and tell me that isn't a superb example of someone telling a story that grabs you by your heartstrings and stays with you for days and days afterward. If I were a Buddhist, I would call him an old soul. Stories are powerful because they can paint swathes of colour across your mind and they can change the way you think. But the stories need to be presented in the right way, with the right words. I've always been a 'word' person and I've always believed I needed to know the words to be truly ...
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