What's Really Eating Me

Is things I think about. About why I hate the new Horlicks advertisement. About why I absolutely hate .. Okay. Enough hatred.


But you know, I also hate being second.


Last night, we went out. It was the first time in probably a year. We had the company of Sharon and Bee. On the poolside. With the view of KLCC. Absolutely lost the wonderful feeling there was, for me, the last time I went to somewhere... similar to this.

See, I absolutely HATE. I hate remembering. I hate knowing. I hate not knowing. I hate.

I just hate hate hate.


At days like today, I really wish I was Carrie. Carrie White, Carrie Bradshaw, whichever. Just a different person than I am today. Tomorrow, irrelevant. Figure of speech.



And I hate it when I get a response of "Illegal" everytime I use the commands, "/me".

I hate it so much that I absolutely don't hate it at all. But I really wish I did.