Today me legs died-ed.

I mean completely died.

I am sitting in a wheelchair as I am writing this. I can use a wheelchair around my house because I have no stairs. Cool right?

Okay fine I'm not in a wheelchair and my legs didn't die. But heck they are sore. Two days straight of running and running and running. With friends, for Rumah Hijau, for PJPK and then with friends again.

I think I'm in for a 'very' pleasant surprise tomorrow morning.

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On another note, I'd like to bring up something else.

There are few people who I would say I cannot tolerate or who I dislike heartily. There are people who like to point out mistakes simply for the sake of it. There are indecisive people who always still bring up another choice when a decision's been made.

And then there are those who think lowly of what you like.

You may already have met these kinds of people.

Let's say you're listening to your favourite song (let's use All American Rejects 'Gives You Hell') on the radio or loudspeaker or something. Then one of your friends who you know plays the cello or something is around and he/she says loudly

"THIS is what you call music ah?"

In that kind of tone which is obvious to you that they think you are of such lowly status to be listening to such songs and not "proper" music like some Mozart or Beethoven or some bloody composition or another.

And not just in musical terms. For just about anything else at all.

You may know that they're involved in, shall we say, "good" things, like church, or alot of sports or charity or whatever.

I may not be involved in such things. In fact I may have been involved in "bad" things.

(Subject changes to said perpetrator[s])

But you don't have to act as though I were some kinda second class citizen from the Third World with your imperialistic subtle signs of you thinking of your superiority.

Your sigh, your rolling eyes, your small "Oh" when you find out what it is I like or do and that conveys so much more in its tone than if you just told me "You have poor taste of whatever, you piece of Third World filth".

I don't have to be a mind reader when I see those signs okay. So what if I am a gamer? (remember: casual gamer). So what if I don't play instruments or appreciate the fine art of classical music? So what if I can't run as much or am not actively involved in sports?

I don't have to be beaten down by anyone. Not in the least by YOU.

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