❤ With Heartfelt Words.❤: flames to dust..

I tried to understand, tried to speak up for you, tried to believe in you.
and I'm still trying.
But it's not enough if im doing the work for you alone, you should help yourself if whatever you have said before are true and sincere.

I've took the initiative & effort for almost the whole of last week.
This week, I've decided to tone down a little, and i received nthg from you, not even a text.

What more can I do when all your actions are not doing you good?

p/s; It's not easy to please everyone. Life's tough. Sigh..

Those natural disasters just happened to our neighbour countries made me feel so fortunate and lucky.
The massive destruction caused the chaotic situations and broken families.

Sigh... Life is so fragile and unpredictable.

Imagine you were savouring good coffee in a hotel and the very next minute the whole building came crashing down on you and got stucked under the rubble struggling to live on?
Or you watched your leg being amputated to save your life but gonna be wheelchair bound for the rest of your life?

Couldn't imagine if I were one of those ppl under those bricks.

I was struck with a sudden thought that how lucky I was and I gotta be thankful for whatever Im given and also to cherish and treasure the people i love in case it's too late.

My condolences to those ppl who lost their lives during those disasters..

Work has been so far so good? I love it when i'm occupied with work to do and everyone thinks that I'm insane. haha!

Haven't been really active in FB for since the start of last week and I've a total of about 63 friends requests ! And I'm still halfway through accepting/rejecting these request.
I feel FB is getting boring though I've just created months back.
What made me felt worst were msges sent by some perverts whom they have smthg wrong up there in their dirty minds.

Below is a print screen of an example.
The msg is bad and disgusting enough. I don't understand the purpose of attaching the photo.

( click to enlarge)

fyi, the picture was mosiac-ed by me.