Stared out of the window, look across the pavement, the old folks' home under that lok-kok house. noticed two birdcage doors. opps. i mean, gates. it looks suppressing. its existence seem to serve as a mighty cage to lock those old folks up like they are criminals. how much excruciating pain those old folks feel. to be there, to be stuck there. maybe the gates are just there to protect the old folks from getting stolen from the rear of the home. maybe the gates are there to make sure the old folks feel safe, like some form of protection. so many maybes. so many i-dont-knows.
i was heard today. yes, heard. [okay. i know i didnt phrase it the right way.] thanks girl for listening to me crap all the way. it was like the first conversation that someone genuinely listen to what i was trying to convey. for i-dont-know how many times in a row i had to repeat myself like three four times. and i saw that freaking hand for i-dont-know how many times when i was the one who was talking first and someone else calls her, she show that hand, to me. LIKE HELLO?? and i thought conversation comes at the first come first serve basis. ah-ha. im so wrong about it la. -.-
wyntrice, i really appreciate it. it felt like we were learning from each other and not 'im smart and you are dumb' feeling. thanks a lot.
sometimes i just wonder if im very very sensitive. but it turns out, im not. she is more sensitive than i am. and the way she reacts, i dont approve it. [alright, who am i to approve or not.] there's such a thing called karma. treat the person you want the person to treat you. HEY! maybe YOU like to enlighten me! what makes you so different from others when you do the same back to that person? why bring yourself down to their level? i mean, there are many ways to hit them back in the face, isnt it? i dont know, i guess this is just one of the many different views we have.
i. shall. not. talk. to. THAT. tomorrow.
why do i go to school each day and realise there's more difference between us. she make me want to say we are hiding behind a facade and yet she thinks there is no fake or real.
