All style no substance!!! >___<
It's for a competition.... I think i failed to meet all the criteria they were looking for... but oh well!
It's for a competition.... I think i failed to meet all the criteria they were looking for... but oh well!
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The definition of a hero is, like beauty, in the eyes of the beholder, or in this case, in the lives that were changed and forever altered like a planet whacked out of alignment into a whole different course in space and time.
The hero is my brother: Adrian Loh.
It was not the lives he saved in grand heroic acts or the great feats and lifetime achievement awards that he has done within his 28 years of life that makes him a hero. Instead it was the moments, the conversations, the guidance, he had given to me and his friends that makes him a hero, our hero.
My brother always had this uncanny ability to see the potential in people he came across. It was always his words, and his guidance, his belief in us that made us believe that we too could change the world.
Ever since I was 12, my brother had always been there to guide me, to tell me not to succumb to society's demands, to blaze my own trail, to define the meaning of life according to my own definition. But it was not only those inspirational words that makes him my hero, it is his belief in me, no matter what the world said about me, or what I believed about myself, it was always him who could see right through me, and could see, despite the mud and dirt, the one thing that was beautiful, the one thing that I had, the ability that I possessed, the potential I had—to be, not just more than I could be, but to be what I was meant to be. He always understood me so well, so well more than I would ever understand myself.
I don't think it's just me either, because I know he has friends, comrades who would give their life up for him in an instance, because perhaps, they owe that shimmer in their lives to him.
[insert quote from……… dude, Leong Kar Keong and errrrr……. Lee Wing Kok???]
Within my brother's lifetime he has had many dreams come true and ruined and revised—things he once held sacred he now forfeited as loss, things he once held in an idealistic glow of youth, he has traded in for practical strategies of life.
When my brother was young, he wanted to be somebody by the age of 18. But we soon realized the follies of youth and how writing a screenplay didn't always guarantee success no matter how many clichés you pepper it with. Then 18 came and 18 passed, as life came and life passed. My brother went to America to pursue a dream only to come back to Malaysia to take a more practical approach to reaching that dream.
But it wasn't about what he has or has not achieved that defines the reason why he is a hero. Instead it is because of his brilliance and his utter dedication to what he does despite everything that makes him the greatness that he is (woah blasphemous!).
Because, despite the ideals of his life falling apart, he still persists to believe that this life is what we make of it. And that we are given once chance to live and therefore we should live it the best. And it is this notion that he has instilled in the lives of those he touched, in me—that makes me believe in the beauty of life despite the upsets, disappointments, plans gone awry, dreams derailed and reality's harsh bite.
[insert more stuff here]
Perhaps as strong a believed my brother has in me, I do of him too. Inspite of the hang-ups in life, I know that one day he would become somebody. Not in the sense of fame or fortune, but that in the end, the world would one day see the brilliance that I see in my brother, and that one day, my brother would become all that he was meant to be; that the destiny he so believed in and lost faith in and held onto all these years—would one day be achieved—
Within my brother's lifetime he has had many dreams come true and ruined and revised—things he once held sacred he now forfeited as loss, things he once held in an idealistic glow of youth, he has traded in for practical strategies of life.
When my brother was young, he wanted to be somebody by the age of 18. But we soon realized the follies of youth and how writing a screenplay didn't always guarantee success no matter how many clichés you pepper it with. Then 18 came and 18 passed, as life came and life passed. My brother went to America to pursue a dream only to come back to Malaysia to take a more practical approach to reaching that dream.
But it wasn't about what he has or has not achieved that defines the reason why he is a hero. Instead it is because of his brilliance and his utter dedication to what he does despite everything that makes him the greatness that he is (woah blasphemous!).
Because, despite the ideals of his life falling apart, he still persists to believe that this life is what we make of it. And that we are given once chance to live and therefore we should live it the best. And it is this notion that he has instilled in the lives of those he touched, in me—that makes me believe in the beauty of life despite the upsets, disappointments, plans gone awry, dreams derailed and reality's harsh bite.
[insert more stuff here]
Perhaps as strong a believed my brother has in me, I do of him too. Inspite of the hang-ups in life, I know that one day he would become somebody. Not in the sense of fame or fortune, but that in the end, the world would one day see the brilliance that I see in my brother, and that one day, my brother would become all that he was meant to be; that the destiny he so believed in and lost faith in and held onto all these years—would one day be achieved—
I believe that we are the youth and I believe that life is not a full stop. I believe that despite the life that has happened, all that we once believed in when we were young still holds true today, no matter how much we've grown up, no matter how much we grow old—and that is what my brother has taught me: to never stop believing in what you love—and for that, he will always be my hero.
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