silly ramblings of a silly wabbit
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
2:04 PM
dearest blogders...
Is it me or the year is really getting to its end? Let's take this time to recap, what have I actually done in this past year? Have I broaden God's kingdom? Have I made an impact on others? Have I changed and reformed to a better person than yesterday? Seems like its quite a lot of work there.
I'm constantly irritated with good friends that come to me, in hopes to dig out information about someone else's private life. Let's take for instance, A comes to me and tells me everything and anything..problems, guy trouble and all. I don't understand why..someone else, erm...B (be it a girl or boy)...has to pry into the whole picture. Its like B could be maybe an 'okay' friend. Not too close, not too not close. You read me? And it is like the most NATURAL thing for them to just place their nose into other people's life.
Especially. GUYS coming to me asking about GIRLS. Or be it GIRLS asking me about GUYS. How to do this, how to do that. What does she think of me? You think she like me or not? Aiyo, if I do this, he will runaway or not? I mean, stuff like this, I really don't mind... but, it comes to a point where just because I'm close to A (who tells me everything)... B(the stalker) will dig dig dig and scoop and bug me about whether A likes B or not.
Okay, I understand that people get any information they want from me. But, I know my limits. WELL ENOUGH. I only tell you what the public knows and should know. I reckon thats why people think that I know all the 'so-called' gossips. Firstly, I admit that people seek me in trouble, not all..but quite a number. If someone is to approach me and ask me something.. public knows about it. I will tell.. that is of course, only to close friends and trusted ones only. Even if that person is trusted and all, secrets that are meant to be sealed are well sealed. Even those that come to me know that their secret is always safe with me.
What I don't get it is when I say.. 'I'm really sorry but its really private and I can't tell you'.. and of course.. 'Tell la tell la, you can trust me..I won't tell a soul'.... and Ker Shin will say? 'yerlah tu'.. haha... and then, they get upset and annoyed with me. 'I thought you'll tell everything one.. ask you now..don't wanna tell me and yada yada'... Grow up, would ya?
Trust is not given, but earned. Now that I earned it, I'm not going to waste it away...
huhuhu...didn't go to school today but haven't started studying yet. Friends are already at home now, and I wasted my day.. God only helps does who helps themselves... Sigh. Tell me about it...
da da da....
get the rawr faye:
acting all silly willy
naughty!
very smiley biggie!
most of the time crazy..
listening to crappy music?
yup. dancing is thy poison
first class exaggerator =p
slave for my own taste of lousy fashion
hairbands, enormous earrings
very fidelity
absolute
clumsy at times
non-bogus
complex
peevish in the morns
fixation on Chad M.Murray,Wentworth Miller,Oliver Goodwill
violins and ballets
au naturalle photographs
drums and guitars were yesterdays...
of ten in one are put into past. if you don't mind
bored,reading my blog this mo;
left their footprints;
