SuperMan

"If can choose what superpower i can have, it would be to have the ability to know the right things to say to anyone, anytime. If my words can be uplifting, then i wouldn't need to fly. If my words can make you fight harder, then i wouldn't need to be stronger. If my words can make you smile, then i wouldn't need anything else. :) " - Ahmad Bukhari, 2nd September 2011.

Has this ever happened to you, when people you really care about tell you their problems and they started crying and you just stand there (or sit whatever) and you're like don't know what to do?

You rack your brain trying to arrange all the right words to say to make a perfect sentence to solve their problems. And you hate yourself for failing to do just that. 

You see, when people tell you their problems, they don't really expect you to be a miracle worker and solve them. Their problems are no mere problems with obvious answers and solutions, with easy decisions and clear options.

They just want you to listen.

Be their confidant. 

But even knowing that won't make that guilt of not knowing what to say, go away. 

It's okay. Having that guilt means you care enough about them to not let them face the problem alone. So stand beside them, pat their back and say 'Hey, wanna know what my superpowers would be?'

Hope i can do this right :) *Fingers crossed*

Probably the first post step is the hardest eh?

I cant think of what to write. Hmm... this is harder that I'd imagined it to be. 

There's actually something i wanna write about, but given this is only my first post, i wanna keep the drama for the second, eh? ;)

Today i had a discussion with my friend about parallel universes (random much?) and she said there's a theory that somewhere out there, there's a parallel you. 

And for example, if parallel me (Let's call him Bob for convenience) knows how to play the violin, then if I (not Bob) decided to start playing a violin, i would find it much easier because somehow, non-scientifically, i kinda know how to play it. 

Interesting eh?

I don't know about you guys, but the idea of having another parallel me is disturbing.

There just can't be two awesomest dude in the universe. That's just impossible. It defeats the law of Physics. Or at least the Law of Awesome. *Making a mental note to write the Law of Awesome*

So I'm praying Bob would be less awesome. But awesome nonetheless in his way, in his own galaxy. He at least deserves that. 

I am done crapping for the night.

Until later, toodles doo