Tuesday, 29 June 2004

poker

Hanging out with your ex-boyfriend is a bad idea. Every aspect of your relationship is different now. From the way he looks at you to the way he treats you. He doesn't look at you in that adoring way anymore, or he doesn't even look at you at all for that matter. Have you ever been to a party and wondered, "Would anyone really miss me if I wasn't here?" So, why bother hanging out with someone who doesn't adore you anymore when you can hang out with someone who does? It's better to be around someone who thinks that you're amazing rather than someone who used to think that. It's better to be good company than being white noise.

Believe it or not, but sometimes I like to be alone too. I like lying in bed and just having my pug, Socks, sleep in my arms, with his chubby body close to me and just watching him sleep. Is that how a mother feels? I remember how I loved sleeping with my mum when I was little. I was so happy when my dad went fishing for the whole weekend. When I was five years old, we lived in Malaysia where it was hot, and my mum fanned me until I fell asleep. One time, she fanned me and thought that I was asleep, so she stopped. I guess her arm was aching from repeating that gesture for over an hour. I poked her to continue, and she did, but for some reason, I couldn't fall asleep. So I kept on poking her every time she stopped fanning. After a few pokes, she got fed up with me, smacked me gently on the head with the fan, and apparently, that put me to sleep.