Thursday, September 29, 2005
Sometimes I feel like a bitch. Things that happened make me feel like one. It's strange how all the bad mouthing gets to the other party. Not that I really give a fucking damn.
What is the limit to comment such that one do not seemed to be too meddlesome? Boyfriend says that not everybody appreciates the good intentions.
I finally understood the disappointment when promises are broken. But I guess one has to answer to his own conscience and The Man Up There.
Why do people lie? I'm don't believe in lies, not even white lies.
There are just so much to say. Anne, I miss you terribly. Miss all the other Goneaways too. Dorothy, take good care of yourself. Liyi and Qiuyi, pls take good care of each other too.
I want to be the happy flower in Liting's lala land.