Are you really my friend?

April 12, 2010 § Leave a comment

The reason we are friends is that we get along nicely. We understand each other. Not completely but still more than rest of the world. So when you ask same questions each time we catch up and you refuse to understand my point of view, I wonder are we really friends?
You don’t agree with my life choices. That’s fine. As humans, we all have right to our own. But if you continue to bug me about it, you are crossing the line.
And then you wonder, why I don’t hang out with you?
Same advice given 20 times is not an advice anymore. It’s pain in neck. And it’s making me wonder why on earth we became friends in first place.
So be nice. be human. Stop being a wise-ass. Let it be. If I’m wasting my life, let me. It’s mine after all.

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I need new friends..

March 25, 2010 § 5 Comments

..and single status is a must criteria.

I refuse to sit and chat about housing loans, high and low interest rates, how cute their kids are.. Aargh.. enough already..

All I want to do is go away for weekends.. and all I hear is excuses.. I’ll make new friends just to go on trips.

And while we are at it.. new friends must also be closer to 30 or above.. So when I mention some 80s sitcom and movies and music.. they can relate to it 😛

Plus I think I’m too old to understand this new version of sms language. Time is just time not tym, same goes for lyf and lots more

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