I dont know why but I cant seem to use my OWN tagboard.Weird.So.shall attempt to reply here.

Becky:Hey.Hope your enjoying NY even in the remote town.Have fun with Charm and the rest.

Dave:I know yours I nicer than mine.But I am still proud of mine.haha.How is Barcelona?Having fun?Come back soon with presents.aha.Kidding.

hmmm:I guess,its not that fun to have anonymous comments.But thanks for all your advice and stuff.

When I rarely get the chance to,I will sit down on the couch and watch cable and let the day go by.One of the shows I love to watch on discovery channel and living is the show "faking it".For those who dont know,its a show where a person tries to be someone else by immersing himself or herself in another profession and lifestyle foreign to him or her.

The recent episode that was aired was about this female computer engineer who was faking it to be a catwalk model.She was obviously not ugly and after her makeover was in fact stunning to say the least and she was tall.Being thrown in a world where looking good is a job,she started doubting herself and became very self concious despite the many reassurances that she was great and that she had what it takes.While insecurities are normal,she allowed her to consume her and while she had become more confident later on in the show,there was still a lot of apprehension and incertainty.

Watching the show made me wonder how hard is it for us to be able to love the person we see in the mirror.To be able to look at the person in the mirror and say "this is what I am made of and I am damn proud of it".In all honesty,I was not one who was able to say that and I dont think I can do that yet.Insecurities and low self esteem has always been part of my life since young.I had always felt like I was short.Well...it is a fact that I am short.But the person in the mirror was short,nerdy and chubby from too much supper.Even now,I cringe at the many double chins when I look at my old photos.The insecurity more often than not got the better of me when I looked around and felt that that there were so many better looking people than me.I was wanted to strive to look better,lose weight,grow taller.And as superficial as this may sound,looking good made me feel good.It was very hard for me to really love myself and even now,its still a bit hard.But I have accepted that fact that I am short and self depreciating humor is sometimes the best therapy.Learning to laugh at myself was the best thing.

I know that for many,learning to be comfortable with themselves and loving themselves is a greater challenge that it sounds.But I know for one,that insecurity destroys not just you but the people around you and relationships with friends.Everyone should learn to embrace who they are and love themselves, be it falling in love with the love handles or the 6 pack.Cos if we cant love ourselves,no one can.

I know its been quite a while since i last posted anything.Lots have happened over the past few weeks and we are almost a week shy of the end of feb.The past incidents have set me thinking recently and made me question myself,made me doubt all that I had believed in,made me doubt the very person I was.

For 6 years of yr school life the motto "the Best is yet to be" has been ingrained in me and while many people say its a very stupid motto,I chose to believe that it taught me to not be complacent,to never rest on your laurels and to always challenge our own abilities and stretch ourselves to the limit.In order to do that,we have to give our best in all that we do and be totally committed.Being the best has nothing to do with the international standards of what is world class.It often has to do with personal pride in giving of our best regardless.This is my take on the motto that I had been taught to live by for 6 years of my life.Disagree if you want to.

Recently however,I have began to question when should we stop giving our best and whether something is really worth our committment.Call me disgruntled.But when you fail to get recognition for the hours of work you put in and these hours are often spent out in the blazing sun or torrential rain,you doubt if any of the effort you put in is actually worth it.Dont get me wrong.I do not crave for recognition or praise or any label of nobility.But I am only human.

I have questioned myself over and over again given my current situation and I realised that there comes a point in time where all of it will become senseless.And when one or in this case, when I realised that continual giving of my best started to wear me down when I failed to see the results.I dont crave praises or recognition.What I am trying to say is this.I owed it to myself to do my best and whatever I did but after a while,it all just becomes too ideal,too perfect in this imperfect and unjust society we all live in.And I felt that assuming all else is equal,if I put in the same amount of effort as the next guy who puts in the least amount of effort,we all both obtain the same rewards and recognition.

I am not sure if I have made you as a reader lost in my train of thought.I might have lost myself too.But my point is this.I realised that I had been too naive and while I still do believe that I should give my best in all that I do,I believe that we should respond accordingly to any given situation and whether it calls for committment at its highest level because sometimes it just is not worth it and when you are willing to give,some people are more than willing to take and never give.

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