I've blogged a long entry and blogger decided to die on me. How nice. I'm keeping cool. no, not really. but I shall try to recall and summarise what I've blogged earlier...
"On my way to my granny's place...
I saw two malay guys infront of me touching each other body intimately and continuously. okay enough. yesterday, an Indian foreign worker was talking way too loudly on his hp in the bus. generally everyone was disturbed by his behaviour. for some reason, some were looking @ me. why? next moment, I tapped on that guy's shoulder, hi sir I think you're talking kind of loud etc. he didn't talk to me, did tone down slighly but his sharp voice persisted until he alighted. like right.
please do not be mistaken. this is NOT a racist entry. Just that one encounter is enough to cater for two in a short span of time.
Random post again..
- I want to be a professional relationship counsellor. (There are just too many breakups recently or friend's facing relationship problems.) why? someone please tell me...
This has once again makes me doubt on getting into a relationship @ our age. I've never been into one but I've seen and heard enough already.
- I
feel like doing match-making for my friends. their personality kind of suit one another. probably they do have good feelings for each other. heh...
- And frens, don't bother to try and patch me up with any guy or make fun of me with any guy. this may not work out. if the guy really like you then he need to be firm enough and go ahead to get to know the girl. in the end, you may help but the outcome is not up to you to decide. many times when a guy likes a girl, he tends to be shy and dare not approach the girl. do guys realise that one of the most important thing in a relationship is to feel comfortable talking to one another. opportunity may be gone. don't be afraid. ;)
-I'm not very gd @ expressing my inner thoughts to people. I may not say certain things out etc. Its up to all of you to decide how to 'handle' me. unless, you really know me well like juan.
anyway...
none of you know me well
enough...
because I don't.
ha..
good night my frens...
Anais Nin: Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings"okay. this is very summarised from my initial entry. bleh.