Originally Posted by
RicoD
There was this one time my friend and I were walking through this street where a lot of people got killed (hit and run)
Anyway, we were just walking and talking when all of a sudden I remembered I didn't have my wallet with me. So we went back to my house to get it.
Ever since then I believed in ghost.
this reminds me of a story...... a story about a hippo
The hippopotamus, he is not born going, 'Cool bean, I am a hippo.' No way, Jose. So he tried to paint the stripe on himself to be like the, uh, the zebra, bet he fool no one. And then he tried to put the spot on his skin to be like the leopard, but everyone know he is a hippo. SO at certain pont, he look himself in the mirror, an he just say, 'Hey, I am a hippopotamus, and there is nothing I can do about it.' And as soon as he accepts this, he live life happy. Happy as a hippo.