rmb sihan telling me abt lucky plaza selling milo for 1.50 per packet. n sihan actually asked the shopkeeper: are you joking?
sumtimes i think whether i actually mind paying 1.50. whether i mind loogi-ing as aaron n amos wld put it. somehow to me, im beginning to realise i really dun mind throwing down the one dollar fifty cents. but as i sip the milo, only then do i realise its only 70 cents worth and that im being shortchanged. get all frustrated about it.
and then i realise... tmd get the f over it. at least u helped that person earn abit more money. loogi is loogi. but too late. look on the brighter side bah
and sumtimes i juz wonder... where is my place in this world...? there are so many other places that i could be, that could make me happier, make my life more fulfilling.
and then i realise... theres no other place God wld want me to be, to put me in, than the very space that my butt is planted on.
and then i realise im really superficial, all the way from the start. and that the ppl ard me sooner or later wld get sick of everything and juz ignore me totally.
get the f outta it larh. tmd.
and then i realise how stupid i must sound scolding myself.
