Nak tiru kamu la Gen.
Summary of my life, for now.
Raindrops.
Cold.
Gloomy.
Stomach rumbling 24/7.
Craving for delicious AND cheap food.
But Kuantan is no KL.
Isolated.
Not that many classes.
Brain-dead.
Need excitement.
Wanna go see movies.
But currently showing ones are blergh.
Wanna live in the US,for the sole purpose of buying gorgeous shoes.
But this is impossible.
Coz I'm broke.
Have to save money for important stuff.
Like textbooks.
And shoes.
Haha. The irony of life.
You always want the thing you cannot get.
But once you have it, you want other things.
Like guys.
But not that particular guy.
Always want him.
But will never have him.
Damn.
Gloomy days only aggravate this kind of feelings.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Define 'Friend'
Is a friend a friend if he’s all chummy one month, but suddenly turns into a total stranger the next, acting like his so-called friend’s number suddenly disappear from his phone? Well, how do you define a friend?
In my world, a friend, no matter what gender the ID card states, does not abandon me when his life is all perfect. He does not put his IM status on ‘stepped out’/'away' every time he logs in. Yes, maybe he’s busy with whatever he’s got going on in his life. He might be cramped up with group discussions pertaining to what Acts happen when (law students). Yes, he might be happy spending time with friends and girlfriend, but that does not mean he’s entitled to ditch me when he’s all smiley.
Down the road, when his life is hell, he will suddenly remember having a female friend who’s there for his whininess. He will feel the need to come crawling back to the abandoned friend when he has a rough patch in his romantic relationship, asking, “What do girls want exactly? We’re having a fight. She doesn’t want to tolerate and admit it’s her fault this time, and I’m tired of always having to say sorry.” He will text, “Oh God, my life sucks right now. Too many assignments, too many headaches. Not enough time to handle all this. Help me!”
I wish he'd come to his senses. I'm feeling murderous right now.
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