guilty blog-ger.

Dear blog,

OK I know I've not been a good keeper as of late..

And I'm about to make things worse between us.

I know how much you hate my dumping pictures all in one post and cheat and call it an entry. I know how much you hate it when I just blabber about stupid things no one wants to read. I know how much you hate my rant and complaints.

I don't want to say "well it's life, deal with it" cause I know you hate it too.

But please, just this once.

CAN LIFE GET ANY HARDER?

You'd think having a career is oh-so-jolly. Try having a job like mine; cause I think I'm starting to develop a love-hate relationship with it when a year before, I would kill to have this job. Well you can't have everything now, can we.

But I love every minute of it. I love waking up early in the morning, I love the small space in my office toilet, I love the corridor and the door to my room. I love the mixture of excitement and dread when I open up my emails.

Despite the loads. Yes, people are so weird sometimes.

Dear blog,

I think I just got luckier. I have awesome friends who would be by my side through thick and thin; listening to my ramblings, my bimbo stories, my whatever jokes. I have nice housemates whom I got along with so well, surprisingly in these few months (did I tell you we play Step Mania during weekends?), I have awesome boyfriend who would do whatever in his might to to cheer me up; even when I (unknowingly) hurt his feelings. I have the greatest Mum who would check on me every a-few days since I told her I miss her and she got nervous. Who would mention my name in her prayers cause that's what she does, always.

Despite the loads. Cause I'm really weird like that.

Dear blog,

I went to two weddings last weekend.