Sunday, February 24, 2008
it's incredible how much exercise can make me happy. i just got back from a rather sweaty game of basketball with the sg peeps. err might i add i freaking suck at shooting. wth. i think balls should stay rolling on the ground and not fly around in the freaking air especially when the stupid net is like 10feet above my head.
i can't stand how selfish i can get (i'm not talking about basketball here) but how i have expectations of people. like suppose i'm in a bad mood. i expect my closest friend to understand that i'm in a bad mood through telepathy. then it frustrates me more that skype's being a bitch. and then i completely misconstrual what he says and get hurt. because of the fact that i get hurt, i get mad. one, because i hate the fact that some people are able to say stuff that hits you right in the gut. or basically getting hit in the balls (if i had any). two, then i get mad at myself for being stupid for being hurt. so in order to compensate for all the crap that i feel, i become half hostile and half guilt-ridden. now since i'm so confusing, why would anyone want to be my friend right? hah i'm such a pain in the freaking ass.
so to you, i'm sorry for being a pain. i promise to get more sleep. i hope the crazy week ahead of you gets better. get those black bata shoes! :) hahaha. i expect to hear about everything soon!
oh and A+++++ for being my friend and sticking by me despite err all of my rubbish. for being the biggest ass and letting me get mad at you. for being yourself and such a cool dude. for being so incomprehensible at times, leaving me completely puzzled. for being such a weird-ass, you make me look normal. and of course, for the chocolates and hot steam showers.
and oh, i hate you too.
pau
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