Great friends

Friends are not friends.

Thinking I had great friends(not exactly knowing what exactly makes me tell about them that they are “great”) turned out to be the most dangerous ones.

For Example, I had a friend who would frequently tease teachers(like bullying kids in the classroom while teacher could do nothing about it). I was blind until reality caught me: I was an A-student-not-anymore-A. It was whence, where I’d realize I should break away from people keeping me from reaching my A-player performance. Thankfully I’ve recovered since then.

It’s good to have big plans, but it’s practical to divide goals into small doable steps that can be tested and iterated on the go.

Before we take the final exam, teachers would irritate us with 100+ tests. And my pattern would be:

B > C > B+, that is, start with the good then the Bad(Mid-term), finally, better. It was dumb.

I could see every problem except the real one that is…

Wise men don’t back-bite

The thing was not only I was corrupted by my friends but they would talk behind my back. Withdrawal from such social circle would eventually make my bad habits disappear.

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In my new found lifestyle, I found a new light. One day I had a dream. It goes like this: Me and my dad armed with guns, in a war, are beneath an E-wall until a bomb shell drops. A realization hits upon me that it was not “friends”, but that the love between the two; father and son that abound them under such conditions, and secondly, the electronic equipment provided us with shelter. In the midst of overwhelm, certain relationships would be subtracted and certain machines would complement us.

No matter whatever the situation, the right course of action is always love — Neil Strauss

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The Butterfly

The last, the very last,

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.

Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing

against a white stone…

Such, such a yellow

Is carried lightly ‘way up high.

It went away I’m sure because it wished to

kiss the world goodbye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,

Penned up inside this ghetto

But I have found my people here.

The dandelions call to me

And the white chestnut candles in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one.

Butterflies don’t live in here,

In the ghetto.

— Pavel Friedmann

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Hey brother! There’s an endless road to rediscover
Hey sister! Know the water’s sweet but blood is thicker
Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do

Hey brother! Do you still believe in one another?
Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder
Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do

What if I’m far from home?
Oh brother, I will hear you call!
What if I lose it all?
Oh sister, I will help you out!
Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do

— Avicii, lyrics from the “Hey Brother”

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A boy who was Tommy Vercetti
“Wow”, exclaimed the former GTA Antagonist.medium.com