Life is made of black coffee, where you have to deal with the worst life experiences here. Back-stabbing, butt-kissing, stuffs like that. I know I suck at doing all this ever since I was in school, but I chose not to. There's no point in joining a "fight" where you lose all humanity, only resorting to please yourself on other people's unhappiness and misery. It's not my game either as I don't like to see other people feeling miserable just to make myself feel better.

And like my mother always said, "It's fate that you and the people around you can be friends, classmates, colleagues, besties and everything else, so enjoy it or you'll never get the chance to." Only now do I realise the true meanings of these words. It's not too late, but I do wish I understand it earlier. Just as I try my best not to make a big matter out of it, but I can't help it sometimes. Especially when it concerns the people you love, like family, friends and colleagues. Some may pass through your life bringing you happiness while some choose to give you sadness. Yet, I want to take it all in and understand what life is about.

But well, sometimes I have to admit, I have the tendency to spill it out of the cup I'm holding on to. Especially when milk is involved. So, what do you, my humble readers think? Leave me a comment and let me know, okay?