Saturday, 3 December 2011

Not a bed of roses.

Life is not a bed of roses. And it will never be. I always get upset and disappointed with the people around me. Perhaps it's because i care too much about the way they treat me or i expect too much from them. so i'm now left in a state of anger and disappointment. i was supposed to attend church today. sadly, no one answered my phone calls or messages. some called me back and replied, some didn't even bother to call or reply my messages. thinking that no one was going to church, i dragged my time at the flea booth hoping someone would call me and accompany me for service.

eventually, someone did but it was already quite late. i packed up my stuff and rushed to the taxi stand in the rain and crowd. i was contemplating whether to go to church or home when i was in the cab because it was already quite late. i made the wrong choice. i went home instead. i could still make it on time for service actually. received a nasty reply from my cousin afterwards saying if i had the heart to come for service, i would. i'm so upset and angry at her reply. people can be so selfish, nasty and mean. they can be so tactless, inconsiderate and ignorant to other people's feelings.

i have now come to the conclusion that everyone only care about themselves. everything they do, they do it for the benefit of themselves. they won't make sacrifices for you or make efforts just for the sake of you. they won't go to the extra mile for you.

once again, i'm all alone. i'm glad to say the person who really puts me first in his life would be my dad. he's the only person in this world who loves me more than anything else.

the pencil and the eraser.

some random cute post from tumblr but really touching and cute.
Pencil: You know, I'm really sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry, 'cause you get hurt because of me. When ever i make a mistake, you always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller everytime.
Eraser: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, i was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know i'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

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