So my cousin & I were admiring this fat white rabbit which was the dearest thing ever & we named it Puteh & Puteh was happily hopping around in a cage like a retard & it was so adorable & an hour later it was found dead.
Rudy : I'm sad.. :(
Me : You can talk to me!
Rudy : No, you won't understand my pain & problems..
Me : Of course I can! I understand everything!
Rudy : I need someone to comfort & hug me..
Me : Lol no.
When your long lost friends all the way from primary/secondary school add you on Facebook & when you approve them, they don’t talk.
I know it’s childish of me for thinking that they should make the first move but IT’S SUPPOSED TO WORK LIKE THAT OK.
Most of the time, it’s always me who ends up doing the Hey how are you doing thanks for the add how’s your dad’s kidney business because hello what the heck am I supposed to do, just linger in perpetual Facebook awkwardness?
And seriously, what is the sole purpose of adding me in the first place then. To browse through my pictures? To mount up your number of friends in the virtual world? To see if I’m still a fatass? What people WHAT.
