what are my rights?
ah yes.. another monday. mondays. meant to be one of the happier days. but i am not too sure about it anymore.
turning more into disappointing than happy. suffice to say, monday's will always find a way to be the villain of the week. *sigh*
i just wonder. what right have i to be mad at him. do i? or do i not?
right after i get that phone call. i always try to calm myself down. to no avail. really. i think i'm just becoming a real sop. backboneless. don't really know what's the problem. am i just being obsessive? or is it just because disappointment really isn't my cup of tea?
the question would be. what rights have i got to be mad at him when he calls to tell me that he's tired and won't come to visit me. or that he's overslept and he won't come. i know. if it were once or twice. i should suck it up and be a (wo)man.
but i think it's becoming a little too ridiculous. considering it's happening almost on a weekly basis. but oh well.. i might just be another whiny bi*ch that's too obsessed with everything and does not understand the workings of a guy. i concede that i am quite a perfectionist that doesn't really like anything less than perfect.
the point in question is that you complain that you are sick. and that you're a weakling. your body does not allow you to do things that other ppl do. b'cuz you were a sickly child and thus you grew up to be a sickly adult. but can't u do something about it? i'm pretty sure something other than just sitting in front of your computer, sitting and watching tv/movie, or sleeping might help boost your health. considering that the aforementioned activities constitute 85% of your total activities. the other 15% being you going to uni, studying and maybe walking to the rubish bin to dispose of your rubbish.
i am also encouraged to think that it might just be you, rather than the jab you got on friday that's making you sick and tired. well, possibly a combination of your weak immune system that's responding terribly to that jab. i do believe, that your asthma can be controlled if not cured. just look at one of the guys from the reality tv "The Biggest Loser". no more asthma. interesting.
this is just one of those posts that will probably at one point of time will be taken down due to its less than appropriate exposure of my private life. but i don't really care. most of you who read my blog are my close friends anyway. and i like sharing with my friends. helps a lot. i suppose..
i've just come to my wits end i suppose. i'm numb enough to know that i absolutely hate whenever i get 'that' phone call. whenever i get a phone call from you just before you're meant to visit me. my heart just sinks like a thousand tonnes weight. right down to the bottom of the Mariana trench. sigh. yep. it does feel exactly like that.
and anyway.. i don't think the person whom i'm writing about will read this. anything longer than 50 words would look very unappealing indeed.
sorry. i know i'm being VERY bitchy. and i'm sorry that i'm that way. but if i don't do this.. i'll just end up crying. what am i to do anyway? i think i've exhausted my supply of ppl to turn to. yeah.. go figure.
i'll go try be productive now. key word: TRY.
turning more into disappointing than happy. suffice to say, monday's will always find a way to be the villain of the week. *sigh*
i just wonder. what right have i to be mad at him. do i? or do i not?
right after i get that phone call. i always try to calm myself down. to no avail. really. i think i'm just becoming a real sop. backboneless. don't really know what's the problem. am i just being obsessive? or is it just because disappointment really isn't my cup of tea?
the question would be. what rights have i got to be mad at him when he calls to tell me that he's tired and won't come to visit me. or that he's overslept and he won't come. i know. if it were once or twice. i should suck it up and be a (wo)man.
but i think it's becoming a little too ridiculous. considering it's happening almost on a weekly basis. but oh well.. i might just be another whiny bi*ch that's too obsessed with everything and does not understand the workings of a guy. i concede that i am quite a perfectionist that doesn't really like anything less than perfect.
the point in question is that you complain that you are sick. and that you're a weakling. your body does not allow you to do things that other ppl do. b'cuz you were a sickly child and thus you grew up to be a sickly adult. but can't u do something about it? i'm pretty sure something other than just sitting in front of your computer, sitting and watching tv/movie, or sleeping might help boost your health. considering that the aforementioned activities constitute 85% of your total activities. the other 15% being you going to uni, studying and maybe walking to the rubish bin to dispose of your rubbish.
i am also encouraged to think that it might just be you, rather than the jab you got on friday that's making you sick and tired. well, possibly a combination of your weak immune system that's responding terribly to that jab. i do believe, that your asthma can be controlled if not cured. just look at one of the guys from the reality tv "The Biggest Loser". no more asthma. interesting.
this is just one of those posts that will probably at one point of time will be taken down due to its less than appropriate exposure of my private life. but i don't really care. most of you who read my blog are my close friends anyway. and i like sharing with my friends. helps a lot. i suppose..
i've just come to my wits end i suppose. i'm numb enough to know that i absolutely hate whenever i get 'that' phone call. whenever i get a phone call from you just before you're meant to visit me. my heart just sinks like a thousand tonnes weight. right down to the bottom of the Mariana trench. sigh. yep. it does feel exactly like that.
and anyway.. i don't think the person whom i'm writing about will read this. anything longer than 50 words would look very unappealing indeed.
sorry. i know i'm being VERY bitchy. and i'm sorry that i'm that way. but if i don't do this.. i'll just end up crying. what am i to do anyway? i think i've exhausted my supply of ppl to turn to. yeah.. go figure.
i'll go try be productive now. key word: TRY.
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