One hand takes the other for granted

This applies to all those I bitch/bitched about, you, me and every mortal.
Knowing that the increasingly evil me is really no better than perhaps my friend's gf, but I can't help to pin point at what a bitch she is...only fail to realise that I'm no lesser than another bitch when it comes to work and sometimes personal.

It takes 2 hands to clap. When 1 hand is happily doing the work to keep both hands happy, it does get tired and then complainsome soon.

Everyone tends to take the other for granted,intentionally or not.
I often took my parents for granted and this is what every single children did.

It hard to learn that what we have everyday is NOT a daily service but a privilege given actually.

It's hard to measure filial piety but I do make sure I listen to them. That is why I put up with whatever I heard and saw.

So let's talk about a relationship between 2.

Just because one person calls everyday and talk, it doesnt mean it's a duty and you wait.
Just because one person cheers you up everytime, it doesnt mean it's a service and you wait.

(I am talking about both ways,not just a one way train expressing on how I feel.)

On happy times, of cos' one doesnt mind doing the job.
On rockier times,one starts to resent and the other upsets.

I take things for granted and sometimes I feel that Jason take things for granted too.

It has been quite sometime since I last felt Jason are taking the things that are for granted. Somehow things surfaced once more.

Maybe he too felt that I took certain things for granted.
Name me,please?

Cos' without reminders, we would often think we made alot of efforts and did alot of things in making things right and each other happy.

I am never well rest this week though the amount of sleep is clearly sufficient.

I returned home feeling like a (shagged) dog and today I can barely touch my dinner.

Still I wanna call you.
I wasnt really expecting anything. It could be understandable if you are tired or not.

But I was kinda upset that you are waiting for my call.
Waiting.
Doesnt mean it's my duty.

Ironically it is somewhat debate-able of what difference am I from a poor gf's material?
I seem to be highly demanding and only want people to make me happy.(Cos' work could be so fucking intense and unhappy sometimes.)

I dunno. Leave it up to your food for thought.

Second thing is....
Dont ever ask me what I want for present.

I dont like hearing that from someone that's very close to me.
Of cos' that doesnt give you the reason/excuse for buying unpardonable lousy presents which you should know that I dislike.

I never have much expectation for presents.
I am not a materialistic person.Even if I am, I would only like it when I am the one that fulfill my own material desires. My Cybershot T5 is a very good example.
T5 doesnt carry any significance if it is a gift from anyone.
I like working my way up to good,expensive things.
Not a matter of principle but satisfaction.

So back to what I was talking about.
A gift to me represents how much you actually care about that person.
It explains how much attention you paid to that person and how much that person means to you.
It is not the price tag of that gift that explains eventually.

God...I am such a romantic crumb and why would anyone else bothers asking what I want if he/she bothers?

A very simple gift.Cheap gift.DIY gifts.Small things that add to one big present.Even just a stalk of flower.Whatever~I can give you a thousand,three hundred and nine gifts' ideas!!
As long as it comes from the heart, what matters?

Anyway I have decided the things to do before my bday.

1)Dinner with my gals and whoever that actually offers to date the dry flower out.
2)Take leave on my bday and perhaps half a day before to pamper myself in town. Try to be a fake tai tai in town. Manicure,shop, coffee, walk..act class.

Freaking tired, go sleep I shall.