Poop to party poopers

There are those who build bridges. There are those that painstakingly maintain and repair them.

And there are those that burn and destroy them.

There are those that would help a child strengthen the walls of his sand castle, help him lay the foundation that would make it strong.

And there are those that would cruelly kick the fragile walls down and trample on the ruins.

Why?

Do they find joy in creating misery and causing destruction?

Will they only be happy when that is so?

Perhaps.

But every dog's day will come.

And what goes around, comes around.

(Great, now on top of being a spatz, I sound like a kook)

A social butterfly I'll never be

I am such a spatz when it comes to social situations. Haha.

I met my colleague and his wife during dinner today. I knew that she'd been really ill recently, she'd been hospitalized and he had taken almost a week's leave to be at her bedside. (So sweet!)

So I asked her how she was, and I wanted to say a bit about how well she looked now, but what came out was "you look happy now".

Ugh. It was after work, and she was having dinner with hubby dearest. Of course she should look happy lah.

Idiot hamster! :p