I had a conversation with Bets earlier. It seems every single time we speak, I am somehow complaining to her about a specific someone. Why is that so? I love myself. I do, I really do. But perhaps, right at that moment - when I hear myself rant, I kinda hate myself. Guess, I finally understand how a love-hate relationship goes about.

I worked late at the office today. A weird, guilty experience.
Guess to judge and pre-judge really does make a different. Perhaps a change could actually be good and a right does make up for a wrong. Guess I'll have to start with many rights to write away many wrongs. X(

Genting trip was fun. Guess a two-girl trip can be really great.
The pictures will be uploaded soon, once I get the photoshop thing running.

It's gonna be a long day tomorrow. I foresee a touch of crankiness...