aunt agony
I suddenly feel like aunt agony. Last night I was dishing out advice to a friend who asked me what she should do with her future, and my cousin, who was telling me his problems in school, at the same time. Just as I thought that it was over, another friend came along with her fair share of problems.It's not that I don't like listening, I am most honoured that people would think I have the solution to their problems, or that if they just want to chat, I can lend a listening ear. I just don't understand why me? Most of the time I find myself not making any sense and feeling inadequate about the advice I give people. Heck, most of the time I don't even know what advice to give myself :S. I was talking to my sister for 3 hours on the phone last night. My ears are still burning from the long time I had to hold the phone up to my ear. Especially when you wear earrings. They hurt man. But my sister is so funny, she's says the most hilarious things. I nearly died laughing when she was trying to kill a bug in our room whilst screaming and narrating the details to me. It's hard to see sometimes that we are 6 years apart in age because she's much more mature than I am. She's running for handbell president. Imagine that! She's got sooo many things to do that I don't even think 48 hrs a day will be enough time for her but she manages to do every single thing well. She's amazing man. She's now learning French from her friend and she taught me how to say "I'm a dustbin" but obviously I forgot how to. Who wants to say "I'm a dustbin" anyway?! ohhhh maybe Syl *lol*.Going to the city today. I can't believe we're going all the way there for Max Brenner (this chocolate shop which sells everything chocolate).
Yinny was Joshing around @ 10:59 AM
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