it’s funny how as we grow older, it’s harder to strike up a conversation with someone you want to be friends with. it’s funny how as we grow older, the less brave we become. it’s funny how when we were kid, we never for a moment had to think of what to say next. we just say whatever we feel like saying but now we have to think of the outcome of the things we said before saying it. aye. why like that?
how true can that statement be. it's so hard that you end up fumbling or just embarrassing yourself in front of that person. how i wish there's a simpler way..
it's funny how as we grow older, the greedier we can get. i guess it's true that one can never be pleased or content with the ways things are around him. don't harp on it, atiqa. let it go...
on a sad note, im still jobless and i lost some cash mum gave. crap. i feel like shit. sorry mum. i guess yesterday wasn't my day. but thanks Adelene, for cheering me up. :) apprecieated deeply. i'll think it carefully, sort it out properly and let it happen naturally. thanks alot thou. :)
shit. i miss Atiqah Ho. i miss Erdiah Samad. i miss those days writing letters to each other. i miss telling them things i needed to say. i miss those letters we exchanged. aye. i miss you guys.
i am very grateful for everything that has happened. from the day i nearly gave up on to the wonderful things and crowd that i am in. thank you. thank you Almighty. like someone once told me, everything happened for a reason and there's always a blessing in disguise. :)
saturday's coming, but im not at all excited. why aye? probably cos im not expecting much either. maybe i'll just look forward to dinner with darlinggg.. but oh crap. i feel bad not able to get anything for dad this year. damn.