Wednesday, March 14, 2018

``
this. the initial sigh that escapes your mouth when your knotted neck collapses into the pillows - a more deliberate trust fall, a trust that knocks the breath out from the back of your throat; the kind you are afraid of, the kind that reminds you of: thank you-s. this.

i could live with this.

Saturday, March 3, 2018


``
tonight we finally had the conversation we failed to have since 2009.
tonight i get to listen to the song that reminds me most of us, and it actually does now.
``
the dreaming days when the mess was made

any tinge of regret has probably long ago faded, but tonight we laugh at our childlike foolishness. tonight we say things we should have said to one another years and years ago, but there is no ache, only smiles and gratefulness. tonight we know we are still young at matters of the heart. tonight i know this friendship is set in stone. tonight i know, for sure, this is not making itself onto my regret list. we have changed but we're the same, after all that we've been through, i know we're cool. tonight i am infinitely grateful we managed to grow up together; that throughout these years we have unknowingly eased into a comfort zone we never even realised was there. i'm glad i get to see you become an uncle over and over again. i'm glad i can witness all your milestones and i cannot wait for your own child, you awful(ly gr8) babysitter. happy birthday old sport. happy 10th year of this friendship, appreciate you lots and lots (if, somehow you pass by HAHAHAHA)

Sunday, February 25, 2018

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life has been work and boatloads of essays, not that i hate where i am considering how i am in a much better place compared to months ago. it still feels weird receiving instagram dms going "i am so glad you are happy again"; senders range from old school friends to tumblr friends i made eons ago, who are halfway round the world. feels rather strange that people do in fact realise my change of moods from just... social media (tbh yes i had passive aggressive stories but that was in june 2017 so..) ((how? i'm thinking the colours of my pictures))
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no idea where this post is going (as with my life), but most of my mornings start with a lazy stretch. shower. try not to wear the same outfit. where are my keys again? leave the house, bounce to my songs. the smell of the office carpet hits me rudely and i scurry to my seat. the carpet smells of month-old takeaways. cai fan. fish soup. somebody's perfume. essential oils. vocalise good morning greetings in a tone so full of sunshine that my own ears hurt a little. unlock all my lockers, set my thinkpad up - reach my hands into one of the 3 huge bags of instant coffee i have and shuffle my fingers around until they settle on one packet. wonder when my manager is going to top up the espresso machine? sleepily walk to the pantry with my coffee cup and tumbler, make my morning cuppa and fill my tumbler up with ridiculously hot water. the aroma of my cuppa surrounds the cubicles and my fellow coffee-addict colleague perks up. smiles are exchanged. the day begins.
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tumble; the other day i said tumble is a softer earthquake. tumble is a clumsier skipping stone. joko reminded me poetry could be a line or two. reminded me poetry could be a word, a number if i wanted it to be. why did you stop writing? i think maybe my words turned ugly and vile. maybe i am still trying to relearn how to write (unapologetically) about joy.

months ago i declared my life was just a series of unfortunate events - my bad karma unveiling itself, rolling out incident by incident. months later i feel like i have paid back my karmic debts in full. 从此以后,过去就像一阵风的飘过了。
-
the day ends.

it ends with gusto at 5.30pm. i tread lightly and the bounce is apparent in my steps while i make my way to the toilet. i exit the washroom with a fresh coat of lipstick and the trail of my perfume floats back to my desk with me. denzel catches a whiff and gives a knowing smirk. dinner plans... dinner date. i wave goodbye and thank my colleagues for the day and the sunset feels as warm as my cheeks - warmth from the smile hanging off my face. good evening.

it ends with a sigh at 7.30pm. another day the papers seem to fall on my desk endlessly like dust. i close my thinkpad with an audible groan, but quickly swallow it because both ladies near me hardly go home before 9pm. the locker doors feels as heavy as my footsteps and home at once feels too far away. i lock everything up and slump back into the seat, bound by inertia and i use my final few minutes in the office leeching off the wifi to scroll through people's front reels on instagram. i open telegram and finally reply the usuals properly - the ohhhhs, LOL, HAHAHAHA and wait ahs appear too much from 9am-5pm. i missed you. how was your day? i bid goodbye to them and remind them not to go back too late. good bye.

it ends with a 3 seconds long yawn at 8.30pm. using the momentum gained throughout the workday to complete my schoolwork and study; i lugged my macbook and textbook to work already anyway. i print materials, busily highlight and scribble down notes while listening to classroom recordings. i've missed 2 classes due to flu, 1 due to OT and another simply because i forgot. thank goodness attendance is not compulsory to start with. thank goodness i can still catch up in my work. i make myself my third cuppa of the day and meet my manager as i am about to reach the pantry. why so late? oh study? ah good good go go! thank goodness most of all, for this. i am truly more lucky than unlucky. good day, good day.

it ends with cries of desperations but mostly hearty and breathless laughters at 11.30pm. denz and zy are probably covering for jessie and ly; we break out in high school musical, jay chou and jj lin songs amidst the utter chaos which is the work we cannot finish. things are infinitely more bearable with good company. i learn how to do things better and new things despite how we all look like we are just fooling around. we share stories, each time increasingly personal ones. cold chinese jokes flood the round table every few hours. shucks ken won't get this! she'll roll her eyes pls guise. we underestimate the importance of knowing how to have fun while getting things done. i am grateful my stomach now hurts from laughter and not from meals i physically could not swallow just a few months back. we claim our free cabs back and bid each other goodbye with annoyance. ugh. see you again in 6 hours, i am seriously so sick of y'all. tired smiles surface anyway. goodnight.

the day ends.
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Sunday, January 28, 2018

 
``

I won’t say it, but if I said it, there would be a fluttering of nightingales in my chest 
and a flavor of stars in my mouth and there would be new roses in the world."
---
"i fall apart
to a rhythm these days.

my heart is a ticking bomb
that combusts
with every wound to graze its skin."
— Noor Shirazie

``
january is almost over; 2018 seems like a good kind of hurricane -
the kind that sweeps everything away for it all to reset and reassemble. 

-
ironically the uncertainty of it all
could be what makes this;
makes two souls braver
despite knowing of the 
fleeting, floating,
a free fall.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

i think about you alot; think you will always be my lil spot of ache. i'll keep you safely tucked in this huge corner of my heart that you have occupied - i love you and i'll love you endlessly. thank you for passing by, thank you for giving me a chance to be a dog mum, to be your dog mum. you are always my lil spot of sunshine and i will give anything in the world to see you content: exactly how you look now. and that will do. i love you. // 不要再问你是否爱我 现在我想要自由天空 远离开这被綑绑的世界 不再寂寞
``
hello 2018, are you a good kind of hurricane?

Saturday, January 6, 2018

"u r a romantic, kiddo" jo says

-
i heard the only exception in public yesterday.
for the first time ever (!!!!!)

& i knew with the same heaviness in my heart that i always had that life is going to be... ok.
perhaps i know with a certainty that i was simply meant to only experience love and joy in ripples.
my life feels like a series of held breaths, almost as if if i dare speak something into existence
it would be taken away next
with bated breath: you are the only exception // i'm on my way to believing
and i'm exhausted from holding my breath.
-
there is not a single word in the whole world that could describe the hurt
the dullest knife just sawing back and forth and ripping through the softest skin there ever was

-
the irony of having a perfect night only to be scared off by myself.
again, again,
and again.

-
grace
with grace
fingertips
our fingertips,
grace -
graze
a collision of what
i used to know and what
i know now
graze against my skin
like a missed shot

in this moment
i want to stay here for all time
just like this, just
like that
i like where i am
in this moment.

with you.

Monday, January 1, 2018

for all the joy that is to come

``
"My goal in life is to be one of those people who are just light. You see them and you suddenly feel so warm inside and all you want to do is hug them. And they look at you and smile with the warmest light in their eyes…. and you love them. maybe not in a romantic way but you just want to be close to them and you hope some of their light transfers onto you."
``
happy 2018 || 2017 was a fucking hurricane that swept across my being and left me with 
baggage i never asked for; but today i am happy and thankful for everyone currently in my orbit.
thank you all - the world keeps spinning.

``
perhaps i'd rather burn in my sunshine

|| "Once 
you were made of the sky
do you remember that?

Before they told you
what you were supposed to be
Before they destroyed
your elegant wings.

Before they tricked you
and chained you to an idea
to a prison they made for you
branded you with a label, with pain

Tried to remold you
into something 
easier for them
to understand.

But your blood 
didn’t let you
forget, did it?

The taste of the sky,
The memories of flying
to the horizon just to kiss
the sun before he fell asleep.

Once Apollo himself loved you
so much, that he softened 
the sun’s heat so it could
not melt your wings.

He is still waiting for you
to remember who you were
before they turned you
into something they understood.

Come, you have always known
what it would take
to eat those chains,
to fly free again.

Nothing about this 
was ever going to be easy
Freedom was built 
on backs and bones and blood.

Take the thing 
that is owed to you.
Forge new wings 
in the belly of betrayal.

Watch them quiver
as you rise again,
this time breathing fire
your spine made of fury.

Show them what happens
when they try to take the voice 
from those born of the sky
Become your own battlecry." ||

Saturday, December 16, 2017

3 days to the 19th; the change that has taken place since my post exactly 5 months ago is colossal
``
 
“What makes you believe
that I will still
be standing here
until you decide
I am worth the wait?”
``
10 more days to Christmas! I've been loving my December. ah, sigh sigh. eternal sigh.
``
Perhaps you knew it would be the last walk? </3 I remember how you made me walk almost two rounds that Sunday. You refused to let me bring you back and you just kept going further and further and eventually sitting us down by the reservoir and just sat by my side. I remember how i was texting my friends about how you were playing with me, walk halfway make me carry you back the other half LOLOL... but perhaps you knew :-( that it would be the last walk for a long, long time. I miss you mluv. My light of my life; oh i think i'll love you forever. This christmas i wish that for the rest of your doggo years oodles and oodles of freeze-dried food, Absolute Bites, Basic Instinct and dental chews will fill your happy belly. This Christmas, i am grateful i got to bring you to all the places i wanted to bring you to my sunshine. Walked you everyday for an hour when i could. I wish that for the rest of your doggo years a stupid smile will hang from your face and that they will always remember to change your bandanas and bring you on adventures because i cannot do it anymore. 
 

Thursday, November 23, 2017

the wishbone in my back has slowly weaved its crossroads into a backbone -
you have proven me right more than once unknowingly;
except this time i do not ache and i not flinch. the blanket sighs as it lands on me softly and i no longer feel the warmth from phantom limbs. the catch here is still: i do not ache and i do not flinch. you can be selfish without being cruel and the latter speaks volumes about anyone as a person. repugnance once grown, only grows.

one night he burrowed his furry head into my embrace and his gentle snores reminded me of my own heartbeat. everything is perfect in that moment and i sigh the same way a blanket does before it envelops you in its warmth. not a sigh of despair nor a sigh of relief - it was a sigh of letting go of all the weight i'd never realised i refused to simply put down. 

morning light creaks in and i am reminded of light leaks on my photographs. i instantly remember the night i basked in onerepublic. the night apologize came on after let's hurt tonight. the night i felt the stars aligned and everything was just right. i remember i have already felt alright. i remember what it's like to be in tune with my own energy. i am here and i am here to stay. i do not ache and i do not flinch.

there are no joyful summers, wonderful springs or even graceful autumns when i look back. 
this is all the hard parts of winter: the icicles, the bitter cold, shrivelled vines. everything but soft, white snow in all its purity. when i look back, the word sophistry rings repeatedly like a recess bell: consistent and shrill. ever heard of cognitive dissonance? it suddenly hits me that you've been described as 'flaky' once, much to my dismay - the same cannot be said now for various actions that seal this fate. i do not ache and i do not flinch. for i have so much to revel in. for in my daydreams now something thaws and i catch an unfamiliar curve hang off my cheek. an almost forgotten curve, and i am reminded once again: there is simply no ache.

``
yesterday i wandered around (and also sat still) for hours on end just to listen to a busker perform. the busker had the perfect voice for my favourite song and so i stuck around waiting for it to come on; it never did and many asked "why don't you just request for it?" and i think of how i first properly listened to passenger's seat by death cab for cutie: lying on a road in the middle of night, in the middle of what seemed like nowhere in chiangmai whilst watching the stars. what i want is what comes naturally.

what i learnt is: love does not ask for what it does not have. 
what i also learnt: i am not a lesson to be learnt.

Thursday, October 5, 2017


never surprised, just disappointed
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|| "When it is bad…
I go into the night
and the night eats me" ||
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"Find someone who loves you well. Someone who never belittles you. Even in the heat of an argument. Someone who is gentle with you, but does not treat you like you are fragile. Someone who knows what you are capable of, and celebrates those pieces of you. Not someone who is intimidated by your strength. Someone who doesn’t make you feel guilty for being flawed. It is not love’s job to punish you. And remember the person you love is just as broken as you are when they fall short. No one is perfect – do not hold them to this standard. Find someone who is patient, forgiving, and apologetic. Someone who practices forgiveness freely and often. Love someone who is humble, kind, and empathetic. Not only with you, but with a beggar on the street, or a stranger in the supermarket. Common courtesy is important. Compassion is important. Kindness is important."
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hello, october; month of orange;
speaking of which i really want to do my nails again BUT..
they are even more fragile than paper now sigh

Friday, September 29, 2017

 
|| "forge new wings
in the belly of betrayal" ||

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

 
``
I'm not some light in your life
You're not a bone in mine
But there's no wasted time
I hope you're learning
You're learning

You tell me you want me to stay
We're all gonna get over it someday
This is always the hardest part
So if you want lights in your life
That's fine just let me play lead in mine

``
Montaigne - another brilliant find.
//
it's september and i feel..... alive.
hello film, hello music. hello.
& Sleeping At Last's tribute to Cassini? 
god this world is beautiful.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

"It’s not enough to say the heart wants what it wants. I think of the ravine, the side dark with pines where we lounged through summer days, waiting for something to happen; and of the nights, walking the long way home, the stars so close they seemed to crown us. Once, I asked for your favourite feeling. You said hunger."

it is what it is: hunger. insatiable hunger.
for more, more, more, more, more, more, m o r e


"There’s a calculus to wishing.
It’s all about angles of desire.
If you really want something,
don’t you dare aim for it.
Don’t ever speak its name."

Friday, July 28, 2017

Sunday, July 23, 2017

i loved eternal sunshine of the spotless mind at 16,
and i still love eternal sunshine of the spotless mind at 20.

with every time that i watch it, there are new things to take away from it -
something that just simply wasn't there before.
what a blessing to grow with a film you love.

Monday, July 17, 2017

"i love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow" remember this?
it was 5 months ago. what are words?
-
recently i haven't been able to get over how auntie told me she really loved me with tears in her eyes. i don't know why i can't get it out of mind. i can still hear her voice and feel her teardrops like i know she felt mine. i realised you could really grow to love a mother (a pair of parents even) that is not even in the slightest related you.
-
while reading eileen's blog that she so kindly passed down to me,
i realised i am not alone in this. i am not the only one facing this at 20.
i can do it, i can do it. i read everything as the years passed.
i will figure it out. i will. i know i will.
if only you'd give me time
like he did her.

and in reading it i also realised how similar we are -
that is if blogs are really a reflection of our innermost feelings.
is that why she repeatedly and so kindly told me that my best qualities are:
being so happy and cheerful? that i should never lose this part of me?
because i saw the same line in a post way back from 2007.
and almost every other few years.

-
i spoke to your best friend and was surprised he thought the same as i.
ah, he's an intj he said. it must be the Ni function. a lot more introspective when it comes to emotions.
most surprisingly, he brought up the intj topic even before i could think of even bringing 'entj' up.
"and sometimes we think we want this change but few years later we hate it lol humans are so complicated"
"but a lot of ppl change a lot in  their twenties it's really hard to predict or say"
"maybe there should be a mix of compatibility and compromise"
"sometimes, it might just be he unsure of what he is feeling"
"maybe it's an NTJ problem"


a mix of compatibility and compromise.
that was it. it summed up everything i want to tell you but i know you won't see at the moment. perhaps you'd take it from people you respect if they told you this straight. perhaps you will realise months later, or years.. or perhaps never. i wish you would.

Friday, July 14, 2017

perhaps my favourite song will just never be of any relevance to my life.

fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
ah i wish. i wish. the interrupted sleep is coming back in flashes.
the sadness has turned to actual physical heartaches that wake me.
perhaps i am not brave enough to have the patience i usually do
because it feels like sand slipping through my fingers

in 3 years i see a potential clinic manager position
in 5 years i could be in the marketing dept if they need it
(& hence also be studying a relevant degree for career advancement)
in all these years i saw myself working to figure out what i want as you chased after yours
in all these thoughts i thought way too far and perhaps way too early
but there's literally nothing i could say or do

"To lock down an in-sync relationship, reminisce about how you met, your early days of dating, and the crazy experiences you shared. "Reminding yourselves of your history increases your bond," says Tessina. On the flip side, be sure to discuss your hopes and dreams down the line, from getting a puppy to buying a vacation house. This links your past, present, and future into a continuum where you’re moving in parallel. "


"First, let’s look at the definition of growth. According to Merriam-Webster’s dictionary, growth is defined as “progressive development” or “evolution.” We view growth as an invitation to reach beyond our normal way of perceiving the world and to broaden our perspective by remaining open to new ideas. In other words, growth is being willing to learn about ourselves, others, and the world. For example, if someone hands us a copy of The Celestine Prophecy and asks us to read it, do we toss it aside as `new age rhetoric’ or do we open our minds in an attempt to understand the author’s message? If our partner has just begun meditating and feels it is offering them a much needed sense of peace, do we put it down and say it’s a waste of time or do we try to support this strange new practice that takes them away from us? How much growth are we really open to in our lives?

Growth, by its very nature, can lead to problems within a relationship. One obvious problem is that there are two people in a relationship, each growing at different rates and having different priorities in life. For instance, one partner may want to achieve growth in the work place and for the other, spirituality may be their first priority. We see this quite commonly in our practice, one person may feel the spiritual path is most important in their life while the other partner concentrates on financially supporting or raising the family. Other problems that may arise include feelings of abandonment or of being held back. The partner who wants to follow a spiritual path may feel held back by the one who wants to continue with their normal life style. On the other hand, the person who is happy with their normal routine, may experience a loss when their partner takes up these strange new practices. What to do. . . . .

When we look at growth as “an opportunity to reach beyond our normal way of perceiving the world,” these seemingly incompatible choices provide a tremendous opportunity to grow. They give us a chance to love someone as they are, without judging or trying to change them. This in turn allows us to expand our capacity to give and receive love. It has been said that when choosing a partner, your mind will naturally seek the easiest person to be with while your heart, your inner self, will seek the person who can best help you in your search for truth. Also helpful is the ancient wisdom that the chemistry of love knows only equality, each soul having just as much to learn as the other has to teach.

Barry and Joyce Vissell in their book The Shared Heart tell us that growing in opposite directions seems to be one of the tests that people face as they journey on the spiritual path. According to the Vissell’s it is important to know that we are drawn to a partner because of spiritual balance. That partner will help us grow in every way, including areas that we need to develop. When we are faced with difficult times, we need to remember what attracted us to our partner in the first place, what stirred our soul. When we can do that, we will be deeply moved by the love we once felt. This helps us to reestablish our connection. It is easy to slip into the pattern of not really seeing our mate. Their spiritual or inner beauty is always there. One of the most important spiritual practices we can do right now is to focus on our partner’s spiritual self, thereby drawing it out with our love and attention. As we all know, aspects of a person which are positively reinforced tend to flourish. Also, as this process evolves, you will notice yourself changing into a more loving person. “Perhaps,” suggest the Vissell’s, “your partner right now is serving as your greatest spiritual teacher and your loving him unconditionally will take you over a step you might not be able to go alone.”

Marilyn:With this couple, the growth gap was just too big to overcome. Too many years had passed without communicating their true feelings and desires. They had stopped seeing the inner beauty of their mate and no longer want to try. When Jane and Tom came to therapy, Jane was in her third year of graduate school and had discovered a whole new world. Training to become a transpersonal therapist, she was enthralled with all she was learning. Tom, an engineer working his way up the corporate ladder, thought his wife’s new interests were a waste of time. He worked hard all day for his family and wanted his wife’s support. Tom wanted a partner who could be a perfect wife and mother. He also wanted someone who was willing to share the financial responsibility for running a household in these increasingly difficult economic times. Jane felt alive for the first time in years. She wanted understanding and acceptance for her new passion. She was willing to help out financially, but only in her chosen profession. Both were unhappy and unwilling to budge. They had not spoken about their needs and passions since Jane had returned to school and they did not want to start now. When this happens and we have lost hope or are unable to remember those qualities that first attracted us to our partner, there is really nothing that can be done. The work then becomes ending the relationship with love and integrity.

Chuck:Here is a case where the man wanted to change the relationship. Jack is an artist who is doing a lot of soul searching lately. Lisa is a corporate executive who is struggling with her new promotion. Jack is asking questions like: why am I here, who am I with, what is our purpose together? Lisa is asking: how can I do my job to the best of my ability and stay ahead of the game? Jack is having a hard time with Lisa not seeing what is really important to him and is seriously considering leaving the marriage. He brought his issues to a head the other day and it came out that he wanted to leave. In the ensuing discussion with Lisa, he began to see all the wisdom that she had within her. Jack realized that she was the one who had many of the insights about what was going on in their relationship. He saw her inner beauty. It had merely been obscured by the pressures that she was dealing with at work. Jack really saw how much of a balance that they had between them and in just that moment he began to open up and share even more of his deepest feelings. He found that Lisa was interested in some of his ideas about how to deepen the relationship, she just didn’t have the time right now. They re-committed to each other and began to make time to talk and listen to each other about what was most important.

John Welwood, author of Journey of the Heart, takes another approach. He asks what happens if a couple no longer needs each other to fill their old co-dependent roles. Should they move forward and risk losing everything or should they stay where they are and continue to feel stuck? Moving beyond old patterns requires a frightening leap into the unknown. This is when practicing what Welwood terms beginner’s mind – not holding on to any fixed idea about how things are supposed to be – becomes essential. Couples wonder what will happen if they let go of their old ways of being. They worry about how they will relate to each other. If a couple is willing to let their relationship patterns die, then they can begin to recreate them into something new and more appropriate. With every step they take, a sense that they are deepening the relationship keeps them moving forward. Using the concept of beginner’s mind, we lose our investment in a rigid or preconceived notion of who our partner is. We can then see our partner freshly each time we look at them. Welwood concludes: “If two people can face each other in a spirit of beginner’s mind, they will discover that their connection can continually expand beyond domestic familiarity, to include a larger sense of space and mystery.”"

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

only exception

am i naive for thinking things could be the same?
i want to be on my way to believing

Sunday, July 9, 2017

ah yes, things are slowly getting better.

my appetite is back, HELLO CAI FAN, BAN MIAN AND salty food!!!!
i can actually sleep (and find myself finding it hard to get out for bed work)
i actually have the mood to send funny links in group chats again
my bed does not feel so much bigger than it already is
i put on shoes and went running after a long time

i can't wait to swim
and despite all these little things i can do, there are still small things that i cannot:
there are so many pieces of clothing i'm not even sparing a second look because i used to bring them over so much. i can't even touch my portable laundry bag even though there are 2 sets of clothes inside i wish i could don... it's much easier to just pretend it isn't there.

my phone is lagging so painfully but i can't get myself to transfer pictures into my computer because i cannot look at our photos without asking why. why would you wake up at 5am to have breakfast with me if your feelings truly changed? if they say 情人后是家人 haven't we technically reached a higher level?

i had pizza with my dentist and co-nurses yesterday. mmmm so yummerz. the cheese hit me rudely, some cheeses are really acquired taste. then i remembered how the last time this exact situation happened i sent you pictures. we went for a father's day dinner after. oh.

my face is slowly reappearing on my instagram stories. probably the number 1 indicator that i am surviving. all i can remember is how i used to send the same selfies to jia and you. now i only send them to jia. and maybe that's why it's on my stories. it's the only place for my selfies now.

my dad asked me how is your uber. guess my mum is not a snitch and he doesn't know. i had to try so hard to escape this conversation because i am so tired from work. today is the 7th consecutive day of full shifts... numb.

i received my own design in the mailbox: the cpf brochure. i was so happy and then i wondered if you'd be proud of me? or if you even remembered the things i told you about it when i was designing it during intern. i told vannie and facebook in the end.

i am still trying to live with the fact that even if things remind of you, maybe except the things at home nothing reminds you of me. ah, how happy is the blameless vestal's lot. you think i am angry with her because i think you cheated. no. i am disgusted with her because even if there was no cheating, she lacked the basic sensitivity to handle situations like this. who is she, going to someone's (on a timeout with his/her partner)'s house? if guys didn't get it, it's just mildly annoying because they won't ever get it, like how they will never get what's the fuss about having nothing to wear; but you as a girl? girl pls don't say it's because you guys "needed support from one another" you "care about him" and you were "fucking sad". sad go find your own friends? or see a shrink? are you sure he needed your support? I was inclined to spare a thought for your feelings, i was; but where was your concern for my feelings when you did such things knowing full well you guys were "going through similar situations" aka losing feelings? i can hardly care if you were single for a long time or for a few days, but within the few days we separated you took the chance to tell him you like him and date him. what, love hit you like a fucking truck? what you were doing is plain sneaky because intentions to date someone don't surface in 3-4 days. you can say hey technically I lost feelings from months ago too!1!1!1 then don't act like your life is ruined when people come to assumptions based on what you are posting. i'm not even talking about internet strangers - it's your own close friends that realised you kicked your certain someone out of your account just to flood it with his face. it's them who were like omg didn't she just officially become single days ago? if you weren't being such a snek you wouldn't need to privatise your accounts that people have been asking me about (as if I know why right lol), afterall if you didn't do it why are you so affected? and I know you're saying, wouldn't you feel horrible if your friends doubted you? sure it feels bad. but if I didn't do it i don't find it necessary to explain again and again and again even after they said ok just asking/wanted to know/let you clear the air; if I did that would I be convincing my friend, or convincing myself? you swore to them you guys are good friends now when you two are dating. gross. added with the fact that he told me you were the one who told him you liked him? wow. 人格有问题。maybe there IS a reason why he isn't hiding anything even now? it is apparent between the two of you who is more afraid of tongues wagging and as for why? he's right - he dated you after we broke up. even I can't contest that. you? didn't you do the same? then why so triggered pls. well. time will tell. we are all girls come on. am I expecting too much from a stranger? if anything you should know better considering the industry you are in. human feelings and relationships are so delicate and this just shows me you're incapable of handling them with care or sensitivity - undoubtedly needed in your career if you continue in this industry. of ALL kinds of people, how can you possibly not know?

& after writing all these I am just so glad this chapter of my life is over. we are all so tired. i am too tired. now we can all move on - after all we both ended on a good note. maybe thanks to you we got to end well twice. here is the only and last nice thing I have to say to a snek like you, so thank you.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

oh lord the conversation i've been aching to escape has finally come to light -
and i was still reprimanded by my mum for being childish about this
“什么不合就分?你以为小孩子玩game啊?一定有吵架吗??”

i don't know how to answer you mummy. because that's literally the only answer i have.
there was no grand fight about any particular matter. it didn't happen because he is working now and he doesn't have enough time for me. after all, i learnt how to give so much space and how to be alone just from you alone, mummy. i've always seen you take the backseat, the support whenever daddy was just not around... which is the most part of my life. of course i'd know better than to throw bitch fits about "lack of movie dates" or what ever event you think i was unhappy with. it didn't even happen because i threw petty tantrums like you'd think. it just happened and even if we fought we had to dig things up to fight about. at least i felt like i had to dig. why else was i so confused and flat out refused to internally accept this for so long? my mind could think of no way to register this as a valid or legit reason.
what do i say? your feelings changed? for a long time and i didn't know?
“我还以为他工作忙所以你们没有paktor” yeah me too. 
did you think i knew mummy? i didn't.

only time can tell me why. maybe in time i will know.
for all of the questions i/we have (or have no) answers for,
time will definitely tell.