1st in 5: The Wedding Bells

My favourite girl friend is getting married! To my favourite guy friend!

First in UG! Whee!

Congratulations!

Meng & Fang ♥

Happy couple

We wish you guys nothing but the best. Ever bliss and nothing else.

P.S: I changed my mind, keep your promise and find me a good man :p

Adaptability

I read that oxens possess some very good character traits, including the likes of dependability, strength and determination, all of which I recently realize I possess alot of.

One trait most websites/magazines do not mention of is adaptability. It would sound more like an oxymoron here, but as much as we are uncomfortable to change, we adapt. And almost effortlessly at that.

In my recent situations especially. Whatever dignity, pride, ego issues are easily thrown to the back of my head when “It” is concerned.

You can hurl verbal abuses at me, you can mock at the state I am in, but please do not attack my loved ones. Just because we are indebted does not give you any reason nor justify your acts of abase. I do not concur that we should be subjected to any form of different treatment.

Whatever help you rendered to us today, we will try as far as we can to repay you doubly. Just so we don’t owe you anything more.

Thinking back, who is  more indebted to the other?

Perhaps the day we repay you fully would also be the day we stop contacting each other. Because this is the current conclusion I have drawn from our talks.

That’s fine with me though. I think I have figured out what I ought to have known years back.

Indeed, this is a ”timely” and cruel realization.

Ugly mankind. Ironically, the one thing that caused so many problems was that one thing that taught me a great deal.

Who said kinship is indestructible? The “M” word is such a powerful tool it destroys everything just like a horrendous 9.6 (on Richter scale) earthquake.

You know, it’s not your fault. It’s ours. We ought to have known better. We ought to have sought a different method.

But it’s OK, I adapt well. I adapt to all your antics and fury moments. I adapt to putting away my ego and lowering myself. I adapt to swallowing all rants about unfairness in life. I adapt to lamenting about how we could have had a better life. I adapt even to having someone bite my head off and pushing back my tears so the people I care about don’t worry about me.

I adapt. I adapt to locking up my entries so people stop questioning me about my insinuations and emotions. I adapt to posting up this entry so concerned parties can have a quick summary of all that I wanted to say once and for all.

I adapt. I adapt to regularly brainwash myself that I adapt well.

I adapt.