hurt

well...
why is it that one can hurt the other and not the other way round?

Sometimes, one doesn't know that he/she has hurt the other guy with what he/she said... but when its the other way round, they would just tell u straight off...
sometimes, i just don't mean to hurt a person with what i say, with me trying to console and care... but to them, its just hurt... but they just keep on hurting u and u just cannot retaliate back as they are ur love ones...

For so much effort had been put in, the efforts are just like being wasted... people i had loved can just dismissed whatever efforts put in with a word or two... Sometimes i just feel that if in a relationship, no effort is being put in and it can work out, how wonderful it will be. And it cannot be also just a one sided effort with the other party expecting the guy to give in to all.
Afterall, there is a limit to even the most patient man in the world. i will put it as a balloon. if u keep blowing air into a balloon and the amt of air coming out is not fast enough (input of air is more the output), the balloon will explode. So, for all the people out there... pls be more considerate....

Life's getting more and more difficult. Money is an issue, studies are also one and work!!! its difficult to balance all these 3 in 24 hours unless one forgo his sleep. In the perfect ideal world, just study and have money will be the best situation. But i am not like any rich guy out there where i can but a cosmetics, take cab everyday, buying meals all the time. I dun have a rich family but a modest one. My bank is not a money tree where they grow like $1000 interest a day. they will deplete too...

How i wish i can be in a life just like in poly or secondary school where i can just enjoy an hour or 2 of a basketball game, have plenty of time on projects and studies and be as friendly liek what i used to be..

Life has definitely change as one gets older and living on the edge whereby he's nearing the career era....

WL - The most beautiful history of a person is not only the pictures that one has but the vivid playback of memories that one has gone thru, for no other tools or things will have as much emotions as the latter can give.