Work hard. Play harder. Die with satisfaction.
Life is so cruel. Sigh. You can never take a break. Everybody just seemed bent on disappointing me again and again. One friend makes it up to me, another just decides to piss me off. Sigh.
We've had our fair share of quarrels. And my bff pisses me off a lot at times, as I have probably pissed her off too, but things usually ends up with us making up the day after.
What's with teenagers nowadays. They get emotional over pathetic love lives that we can all see won't last longer than their attention span. It's a pity.
So this is how it's going to be. When friends have preferences among friends. And you are left as the 3rd person. It's cool. I understand..
Still no sign of him. He didn't come as my Aunt said he would. So now I am rethinking my accusing Yoghurt of lying last night might be a mistake. Darn. I dreamt of him today. He came back.
Every day, I would ask my white cat, Yoghurt, "Have you see Cocoa today?" And every day she would give me the "Nope, now feed me" face.
Out of all my cats, you're the most cuddly one. You always seek for attention. You always nibble at our shirts. And snuggle whenever you can. Nobody wanted you. It's because of your black fur.
Holiday tomorrow. To Langkawi, Malaysia. Praying that we make it there and home safe. (I hope I don't spend too much).
You've changed. Or is that just who you really are. Just, mean..
Half a day has gone. Today doesn't seem all that bad. Nothing embarrassing happened. Except the cake moment in office. My 2 close colleagues got me a chocolate cake.
Tomorrow. I turn 24. I'm not happy. I'm not excited. Why. I dread tomorrow. I wish it isn't the 8th of June. Friends made plans for me. But yet again, I dread it. Another year older.
I don't bother with selfish people. All they do is think for themselves. And they say it's for the good of everyone. You're not thinking about everyone, you're thinking about you. You, you, you, you.
I've had it with technology. It's taking over our lives, socially. We meet up for breakfast/lunch/dinner/supper because we want to hang out with those we care for. To have a chat. Catch up. Talk crap.
Funny thing about phobias. You can overcome it. But you can't get rid of it. Like, for example, running from the entrance to the exit of a butterfly cage just to get through with it.