No doubt that life can be filled with sadness and anger. But should we live with it?
I have been told that I am soft - my excuse and explanation for myself is because I really hate to fight. I dislike fighting and quarreling. Seen and been through enough to make me sick.
When do I really fight? When it involves hurting my love ones and people that I care, else I will bear with it. Does it make me happy about not fighting? Nope, not all the time... but fighting will make me feel worse.
I do believe I deserve better (and you as well), but I start to realize that I am actually happy with what I got. Still,
I can improve it
I can make it better
I can survive through
I can care. You know that don't you?
Lastly, I can look forward - looking forward for the pretty ladies and princess's visit....(YES!!)
This is the kite that open the gate to my tears....
Oh Oh, a couple of days ago; a male co-worker walked into the ladies toilet with me. I believe (or make myself to believe) that it was an unintentional act. But... still feel weird about having a male following me into the toilet, thinking ladies is the "exit". What's the heck!
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