Who, me?
Admitedly, I’ve not been a very good friend per se. Worse still, I don’t think I’ve been very family-oriented/concerned either.
I’m not always cleaning up my room. Clothes almost always strewn all over my bed.
I don’t always go home for dinner. Or lunch. Or supper.
Sometimes I leave the lights on for the fear of family members tripping over my clothes.
Then my computer will be on 24/7 so that my MSN looks active.
The kitchen scale is secretly beside my cupboard so I can check in my weight everyday.
I’ve not been in contact with any/most of my primary/secondary/poly friends. Except the usual suspects.
I don’t always call/sms/MSN back immediately.
Sometimes I think I sprout the wrong words at the wrong time.
I don’t talk much.
When I do, my jokes almost always come across as too low-class/weird/lame/cold.
I keep looking at my watch.
I enjoy my food with assuring slurping sounds.
I like to take out my camera and start snapping.
I send across the wrong vibes at the… well, wrong times.
My handphone sometimes ring when it’s not supposed to.
I’m not very informed of the traffic jams at Orchard.
My motorcycle isn’t very big to comfortably accomodate a medium-built pillion.
Geez. I think I am too troubled about what I am, instead of who I am.
Bleah. Come. Let’s make some new year resolutions.
