Situation: The big kid and I.
Big kid: Awwe, I’m going to have to take Panadol, this headache is killing me.
Me: Hey, don’t take Panadol. The doctor prescribed me really good paracetamol yesterday. Take them instead :))
Bid kid: No! I can’t take your meds. They’re prescribed according to your weight.
Bid kid: smiling from ear to ear.
Clearly the headache hadn’t slowed her down from picking on me.
I wish I didn’t have to say this but I told you so. I warned you right from the beginning, from the very start but you wouldn’t listen.
I tried listening to you. I did, I really did. But the heart wants what the heart wants. There was nothing that I could do.
Well, it serves you right. You were doing so well on your own. Now see what you have done. You had to listen to the heart, getting excited and all, had your hopes high up.
I was doing so good. I wish I could erase this piece of information. I wish I had listened to you instead of following the heart.
What did you think would happen, barking up the wrong tree? It’s just right that you’re dissapointed and have your heart broken. Now maybe you’ll listen to me.
How can one not love the iPhone?
Thought of the day,Playing with fire is bad news and yet I find myself becoming an arsonist more and more.
No matter what you do you will be judged. So don’t care about it and just say what you want to say. At least make them know that you are there.
What have I done? I wish I could run away from this ship going under. Just trying to help, hurt everyone else. Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
What can you do when your good isn’t good enough and all that you touch tumbles down? Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things. I just wanna fix it somehow.
But how many times will it take? How many times will it take for me to get it right?
Can I start again with my fate shaken?
Cause I can’t go back and undo this.
I just have to stay and face mistakes,
But if I get stronger and wiser, I’ll get through this. Can I?
I can’t lead I can’t teach I can’t contribute. Someone somewhere, tell me please what can I do? How can I change? Where do I start? Tell me and I will do it.
I get agitated when people
abuse carelessly use “P.S.” in electronic messages. As far as I’m concerned, P.S. was used for any messages left out in the body of a manuscript or letter.
Why would you P.S. when you can conveniently scroll your cursor up and add in whatever messages left out? That is the use of cut and paste, people.
P.S. Just found out that post script was dated back in 1515.
P.S. I could’ve easily copied and pasted the above sentence and put it anywhere. But nah, just want to show that I know how to use P.S.
P.P.S. I’m cool that way.
P.P.P.S. Stop the abuse of post script. And no, this doesn’t make you cool.