Helpless

Felt really helpless when a dear dear friend is so stubbornly err... stubborn. Nothing, that means nothing would ever change their mind. It's as if she had everything under control, when it's clear that she doesn't.  Sometimes I thought I would just walk away. I have done it before to friends who just can't be helped, and I would do it again. It's better to watch from afar the breaking down process than to see it under my nose, you see. Picking up the pieces ain't a pretty sight, you know? I have tried to be nicely honest, even brutally honest, yet they just don't work.
The way she asked for opinions wasn't even asking. She was just wanting to hear what she wanted to hear. When the answer isn't what she liked, she brushed it aside. Without even considering whether it's the truth. As much as  would like to be there for her, my patience has its limit. Maybe it's just time to walk away....

It's really not you...

As much as I thought that this blog is half dead or maybe entirely dead, there are alive readers. Some avid ones at that, really thankful for taking some interests in my current boring life. Well, some are upset at my posts, I wonder why. I have always been articulately diligent in not mentioning names, location or worse the person itself. I shied away from controversial topics of Religions, Race, Sexualism. I really don't appreciate getting screenshot and going viral. Really, I am not that much of that type of attention lover.

When you are looking at my posts, if you think I was writing about you, I am probably not. Though if you feel offended, there's nothing I can do about it. Take all my posts with a pinch of salt, if you want clarification, come ask me. There's probably nothing I wouldn't say. If I can say it out behind your back, you have probably heard it before anyway...

Chiao~ Remember, salt!

Seriously, people....

I had the most annoying conversation with somebody a few days back. I was talking to some friends about pets, the demise of pets, so on and so forth. How it is going to be so painful when the time comes to say goodbye. Then this bitch pulled a chair in and sat by my side, with just a sentence, "It's just a dog, get over it!". The time seemed to freeze at that moment she said that, I can still remember hearing her slurping her finished Coke from the cup noisily, a small gust of wind as the rest of my friends leaned back unconsciously to their seats. I can remember feeling that nerve tick on my head and I gritted my teeth before I said, "You know, saying it's just a dog who died to me is the same as saying it's just your daughter who died, get over it!", she stunned with her eyes wide open and I continued, "So why can't you just give birth to another daughter and rename her the same name as your current one?". Tell me if I am over sensitive, nobody has the right to say whose whom is just a whom, don't be so cocky to think that only your people is important.

Anyway, I think she got what I meant when she actually apologized and acknowledged that she has blurted things out before thinking. This post is meant to all of you who think a pet is just a pet. My pets mean the same thing to me as my family. A part of me will be lost, too if I lost them. Get it?