You are no fucking Carrie fucking Bridget, ok?
One of the good thing about writing a diary is that when you actually look back, there will be fun thing to look and poke at. Well I don't religiously write one, it's just that I jot down things from time to time and boy I nearly had a heart attack reading and flipping through the pages (you have to understand those were the early blogging days...most of it circa 04 till 06). I can't believe that I was really: 1. Needy 2. Unhappy 3. Unsure about everything 4. Hopeless when it comes to men 5. Always whining and longing And the worst thing is, I thought I was being cute. Bah! More like gross. I don't know how my friends tolerated my nonsense, even I can't stand my old self. But the good thing is, things has changed (or have they?). At least I hope I've changed and move on to be a better person. Sure I am still abit moody now and then but I am surely happier now....right? So I am still hopeless when it comes to men but it's not something to fret about as well. ...