Hysterically screaming.
I'm a fucking coward who fears death after all. I'm sorry to those I've snubbed.
I love my brother Jenson. I love my Mom my Dad my lil bro Jovan my sister Shianne. My dog Beebee. Raes Mich Wanwin Josh. Vic. My family on the Dad's side. Some on the Mom, maybe. My grandma, my maid. I dunno who I've missed out, I can't think coherently now. Teapot. Ter? I dunno.
Baby Cheewee I love you too.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
; ni hen ai ta
Peidong told me, many months ago, a lil scornfully cos of the quarrels I share with Baby - 'There's no point in a relationship without trust.'
It's not that I disagree, but, what happens when he broke your heart, lost your trust but you love him regardless and refuse to give up on the relationship, thus making the choice to forgive?
If I could I would forget what he did so I can be blissfully Mrs Fatfat again. But there isn't a button for me to press. Everyday the incident will reiterate in my head. Taunting me. Haunting me. And that's with him sleeping like a good boy in bed. Imagine what I'll go through when I'm away from him.
Hell, forget Mrs Fatfat. Remember Lil Miss Emo? The countless unanimous votes for Emo Kid of the Year?
I'm trying to smile. Faking a smile.
It's not that I disagree, but, what happens when he broke your heart, lost your trust but you love him regardless and refuse to give up on the relationship, thus making the choice to forgive?
If I could I would forget what he did so I can be blissfully Mrs Fatfat again. But there isn't a button for me to press. Everyday the incident will reiterate in my head. Taunting me. Haunting me. And that's with him sleeping like a good boy in bed. Imagine what I'll go through when I'm away from him.
Hell, forget Mrs Fatfat. Remember Lil Miss Emo? The countless unanimous votes for Emo Kid of the Year?
I'm trying to smile. Faking a smile.
Friday, March 02, 2007
; let me serenade your soul
Forgiving a wrong done, Forgetting a hurt inflicted, is one of the few beautiful things that thankfully survived, two millenia since Jesus Christ.
It doesn't come easy, does it? Yeah, it's not that you want the culprit to grovel and cry at your feet every two hours or so, but.. it's the relentless pounding of the deed in your head, and you just want to scream and throw vases at him for doing this to you.
And then you loathe yourself for being pussy enough to stick around, too weak to get up and walk away. But then you think, how often does a love come by, and why would you let go and give up so easy?
Paradox, contradictions.
But enough about me and the sad story of my life. Hey, I'm sure you guys have clothing like, silk or really fine linen or those that require dry cleaning? So you send them to the dry cleaners or do you just wash it, or what? ANSWER ME AT THE TAG PLEASE!
It doesn't come easy, does it? Yeah, it's not that you want the culprit to grovel and cry at your feet every two hours or so, but.. it's the relentless pounding of the deed in your head, and you just want to scream and throw vases at him for doing this to you.
And then you loathe yourself for being pussy enough to stick around, too weak to get up and walk away. But then you think, how often does a love come by, and why would you let go and give up so easy?
Paradox, contradictions.
But enough about me and the sad story of my life. Hey, I'm sure you guys have clothing like, silk or really fine linen or those that require dry cleaning? So you send them to the dry cleaners or do you just wash it, or what? ANSWER ME AT THE TAG PLEASE!
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