Postsecrets: A weekend me-me
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From g! M’goi sai.
My ex colleague is arriving next month from the US and feeling really excited already to treating me at LKF. I hope that the key chain she promised to give me would come with a blue-sealed box of cigarette.
Maybe my biggest weakness had become my biggest strength.
I love spending my afternoon around the city playing like another tourist.
I don’t understand sometimes that I have to run through life so fast that I forget not only where I’ve been, but also where I am going.
I lose my control easily if someone’s arguing with me on something eventhough I was damn right.
Love is a choice and commitment to others’ true and lasting happiness.
Somewhere, someone is silently reading this blog with the WTF face because I’m writing this Me! Me! Me! again (and you thought I didn’t see your IP).
Forever is when I felt that things were meant to last and that no one would ever say goodbye.
I never want to save anything for a special occasion. Being alive everyday is a special occasion.
When I wake up, I usually turn the heater, the kettlejug & my iTunes and clean the shit of my cat in the toilet (sucker!).
My past helps me realized that when I was young, prices were reasonable, and children respected their elders.
I get annoyed when someone think they know better.
Parties are sometimes funny when I spend my weekend glug at the bar and later the next day, I’ll complain of a massive headache calling in sick.
Kisses are an everyday survival kit to remind myself that someone, somewhere, cares.
I really want to eat a Pork Blood Stew, right now.
I have low tolerance for boredom.
Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m having my day off. I know I work on the weekends too but this reminds me not to miss my Sunday mass because I’m always busy with other things, like blogging.
Pleasant weekend everyone.
Weary
by: Amel Larrieux
