About Me
Known by most as "that one guy"... Built in Samoa, grown in the U.S educated in Cali. but a student of Gods word.
-Needs: GOD <3, JOY <3, FAMILY <3, FRIENDS <3, PEOPLE, FOOD, WATER...
- Likes: FOOD, YOU, RUGBY, CARs,
I was to lazy to write a new about me so I put my old one back on... In order to read this you have to highlight the text.
... Wow your really reading this... hahah... Here goes... My (about me) is a bit different than most I would think but still an element about the (ME) I think I am. Well I can't say I offer much but I can say I can offer you a friendship. I can also offer you kind words and soft spoken advice. With other qualities that are worth more than empty words and written contracts. This myspace thing is nice... but lets be real about it... its not a true glimpse of me or really of the people who are on here. Its but a mere reflection of what we want people to see. We control what they see, through themes and labels so people like your good self dont get to see the real me and YOU's. Its like a drawing of something I see... and the big difference is what is actually there, and what I drew..(Picasso great example)... I am not going to lie to you. I am the most imperfect person you will ever meet. But thats what makes me real and I accept that fact. I have many Flaws and Faults. I also have the abiltiy to be trustful and dependable... So dont count me out, anyways if your still reading this that means your one in a million, a star amongst the fading lights of a forgone city.
I am Samoan. Not full though, just enough to be considered on paper..(Even though there is no such thing as race(black/samoan/mexican/white/ect) we are all Human right?... and all of the Human Race... so really theres only one race (HUMANS) sorry lets get back to the topic at hand) I am also of Germanic and Tongan decent. Both of which I am proud of and always will be. I am a very shy person.. But to combat this I become out-going... Ironic huh? I was raised with a broom stick and love. One to keep me in line and one to care about those who are in it. I am thankful for everything and everyone in my life and look forward to every one I will meet. I don't always believe in "things happen for a reason" all the time. If that were so than the life I live is not of my own, its predefined. To me this quote is an excuse... you make the choices, so you are for the most part to blame for where you are... but yes there are exceptions (was that another excuse?... haha) Anyways I could go on and on about this person I consider my self to be "ME" but I know you are very busy with living your life so the details of mine only suspend you from the need to live yours... It is much appreciated that you took the time to read.. I hope we meet so I can thank you in person.
Above all I know the guy up stairs. Some call him God, master, healer and teacher. I call him Friend. We have our ups and downs, in's and out's but with each passing day I learn a little more about his Saving grace that I didn't know before, and that is what carries me into the next sunrise. If you want I can call him on the main line if you need some help. But I leave that up to you.
"There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."
Both Eyes, One Eye An African proverb states,
