I got an extra subway cookie in exchange for honesty  :O

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This is quite therapeutic. -.-

Cheers~

So you think skinny is good?

The bad thing about being stick skinny is that on windy days like this, you don't know whether your things are going to fly first or you'll be the first to get blown away. -.-

All things Random

A few days ago, I bought some shorts online cos they look absolutely cute, and I think they will look cuter on me too. TROLLOLOLOL. *thick-skinned* :p

Anyways, I just received them yesterday and they are so freaking lovely.

My dad (being the prune that he is) commented that they look short. -_- They are way longer than fbt shorts please...

Enough about shorts.

Posting another of my favourite poems here.

It's entitled "Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson.

Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Cheers~

What are you holding behind your back?

A frequent question that people always asked, "What are you holding behind your back?"

Not literally, but most of the time people are questioning about other people's motives. Let's see, if someone treats you nicely, you start wondering whether that someone has an ulterior motive for being nice to you.

And it's tiring having to explain to people that sometimes, you just don't have one. True, more often than not, when we help others, we expect something, maybe a favor to return when we need help. But why can't it be that I help you simply because I want to?

It's kinda sad, obviously, unconditional love no longer exists. You start getting paranoid, thinking that people are just out there to get you, to take advantage of you. You start doubting others when they offer you help and assistance.

All I want to know is: Why can't life just be a little more simple?

It makes me sick when I offer help to people because they looked so lost and helpless and all things negative and they think I'm trying to get into their good books. For what?

 

 

I'm a little tired.

 

 



Cheers~