“it’s better to be loved than to love”
i can still remember the way mother used to say this.
this queer concept i couldn’t quite relate when i was younger;
to marry (or be with) someone who loves you more
than someone you love more.
to think of it now,
like since when did taking became a difficult task?
easier said than done though.
you might not be able to comprehend,
but it doesn’t matter.
besides there’ll always be someone who’s giving.
i’ve received comments asking me to blog more, i assume longer post, because those short sentences i post can be done reading within 5 seconds, so this time i’ll blog longer sentences, yes longer sentences, so that you can’t finish reading them within 5 seconds, and you will feel that i’ve put more effort in blogging more, and i’m sure that you’ll be happy that i’ve ‘blogged more’, and you’ve more things to read, and you won’t be so bored, btw i’m not pregnant and the person who told you about the old man having erection in front of his wife when the nurse is cleaning him is me.
rusty concepts.
brain refuses to think.
aye, really stupid.
i wonder if it’s the alcohol.
aye, always pushing the blame.
bad attitude. fucked up.
drifting apart from faith, have you ever felt this way? what you do to get faith back? sos.
cut my hair again.
i hope my ear gets better soon.
you just can’t rely on some people.
-shrugs-
when i was queuing up to pay for the mag, i was flipping the mag like a mad woman. at the back of my head was a voice that repeatedly said, “where is it?”
Watched the live ceremony of the handing over of the biggest commercial aircraft from Airbus to SIA on CNA. It’s really big. I think SIA did a good job with the introduction of the new suite, but not good enough for me. Whatever! Now you can have sex on the plane cause there’s a real bed!
