Lesson Learnt..

I hate being made used of. There's this asshole who 'talks' to me on MSN once a semester juz to fill in some stupid survey form for his freaking module. After that, there's no thank you from him. He'll juz mysteriously go offline or not reply anymore. Bastard.

There's another so called friend who recently only talks to me or calls me when he needs help. And it's not only once or twice. I'm beginning to suspect the motive of him befriending me in the first place. Call me calculative or whatever. I loathe being taken advantage of. Just because I'm his friend, it doesn't mean I'm obliged to help him all the time. I don't mind helping but at least please have some basic courtesy to show some appreciation after that. And I absolutely hate it when he snaps at me and shows me a black face when he's suffering from his frequent mood swings.

At times, it doesn't pay to be kind. You may treat someone as a friend, but that fellow may just be treating you as a fool who can be easily made used of.

On a brighter note, finally had a chance to eat my favourite Indian food today. Got a treat from someone who thinks I'm a superstitious no-lifer who can actually derive pleasure from staying at home to eat, sleep and support Rog. Anyway, really enjoyed the Supermum stories. Too bad Barbara's life isn't as exciting as hers :)