Wednesday, March 28, 2007
our treatment towards those closest to us is a candid testimony of one's character, at our truthful best.its so strange that when we are all leaving under the same roof, we speak the least, spat words out with such abject spite at each other, view each other with such malicious scrutiny and, remain so guarded.
sijing, as much as i know washing dirty linen in public isn't the most ingenious option, its so hard to get you. you are either in purposeful rapt of the contents of your laptop, the google box or sleeping (not that its anything wrong to be sleeping). i am trying as hard to talk to you but all i get is a grunt that im bothering. i message you, attempt to "disturb" you like how i always did, spout gibberish thinking that you would respond with at least "thats so lame la, diufus". i am just asking for some answer that the stupid little things i do is not in vain. i must be a real fool.
your coldness towards me lucidly juxtaposes against your treatment towards your friends - its all merriment. what i cannot comprehend is how your tolerance to my faults plummet drastically from such a pinnacle(for friends) to well below the ground. i simply do not understand what is wrong, but if Pride is of such imperative that it takes precedence over the things that should really matter in life, then at least, i wish for an explanation for an amicable closure.
lastly, i shall end with a picture of us during happier times. (that sounds so dramatically ominous HMM.)
PS: anyway, tims i think you need your haircut soon. (: winnie is back.