People who love you to join them in their hell-holes.

Nowadays, I can’t stand people who wallow in self-pity. People who can’t be happy for themselves, eventhough they’ve achieved something. It makes me sick. Yes, I used to be one of those people, but I have realised that at the end of the day, you either choose to be happy or not. The world isn’t against us. It’s really about perspective. And it doesn’t take much to know which is the best.

The thing that bugs me the most is these people are actually pretty fortunate; they have the career going for them, loving family, caring friends and so on. But why on earth are they so depressed? It just screams ‘dramaqueen’ to me. I’ve been trying to avoid toxic people like that. Friends who whine incessantly everytime he or she sees you. Occasional self-deprecation is one thing, but talking about how depressed you are because your “unconditional love” is unrequited/betrayed by some low-life, every freaking minute? That’s a whole other ballgame. Then again, misery does love company, doesn’t it?

How could anyone withstand such negative vibe? It’s a mystery to me, for I can’t.

++ Edit ++

I do not prejudice against people who are in depression. Depression is not mere sadness per se, it’s a disease. Depressed people tend to shut themselves out from the world, as I personally understand. In this case, my heart is with them who are clinically depressed as they are in such severe condition that it affects their lifestyle, appetite, habits, relationships and etc. However, my patience runs short with those who have relatively fabulous life (and usually they know it) but choose to whine and toxify everyone around them. In other words, they literally hunt for people to puke over. I hardly pity these people for they desire none other than attention. Perhaps, being ‘depressed’ makes them somewhat…I dunno.

Three cheers for good hair.

My crowning glory is tamed. After having endured months of bad hair day, I’m feeling extremely relieved. I vow to take care of my hair from now on instead of letting it grow into a dishevelled mess.

Ignore my sans makeup face, I know I have to do something about those dark circles =P.

I normally gamble once a year, during Chinese New Year. I missed this year’s turn as I wasn’t in the country. The new year was spent so awfully that I’m still feeling bitter about it.

So yeah, I didn’t get my gambling fix this year. However yesterday, after a supper session with Jayna and the gang, we decided to play chortaidee (a variation of poker I guess). I have no idea what it’s called in English. Anyone here know? Wow, I was on a winning streak….started with RM3 but won almost RM30. Yeah yeah small ciku win, but it’s 1:10 you know! Then I lost everything. Damn. Although in actuality I lost only RM3 but still feeling some heartache =(. I could have gotten a nice top with RM30! Oh well, still it was fun! The adenaline rush of finding myself with royal flush, hehehe.

I made tomato soup. Just tomato puree, water, chunks of random vegetables, some herbs, salt and pepper. I’m going to have the same crap for a couple of days. I need to be lean and mean by Friday. Prom night!!!!