nth worth believing in

you probably won't ever get it.
you havent realised how much i miss you. have you?

Define Idealistic n realistic.

Because they both mean th same to me.

i mean.. they are pretty much inter-related in my life at the very least.
Being realistic gives me th opp to live my ideal life while being idealistic provides me the will to stay realistic to fulfil my dreams or achieve as much of th life i wanna lead as possible.
the correlation between these two elements keep me sane. i dont go falling hopelessly for any guys who cant meet the bare minimums.
(heh. bet u guys must be thinking "wtf. yt's sucha dumbly affectionate creature i bet she gna fall for th next dick tt treats her well) pls.. th reference to dick is figurative. thank god.
bt see, i wont make th same mistake of being serious simply because of some "follow ur heart & u wont go wrong" ideology. in fact, im rather sickened by how this mentality renders us helpless. reliant on the whims of the other parties involved.

you shape ur ideals, you set the parameters of how much being realistic affects ur life. choose love over bread. i dont really care.
i'd very much prefer luxury, anytime.

bothered. actually not really. but it gets on my nerves.
so i was thinking... i made th right choice afterall.
because i'd v much b alone thn be w ppl i dont like.

ok yingting. stop being sucha bitch. she's nt that bad.
uh. sorry. she makes me feel sick to th core.

My biggest dilemma.

Ppl always say to go w ur heart bt each time I do that, I let myself get hurt.

It's rly tempting to give in to my emotions sometimes w all tt "love lk uve nv been hurt before" crap bt I'm always fighting t urge.

Love, to me is cheap. it just isn't as sacred or saintly.

Therefore I do not wait. neither do I confront th reality tt I've feelings for ppl who wld nv cast a second glance at me in a million yrs.

Because this, is my best defence.

I'd rather cheat myself into believing tt I love a guy who treats me well and will always b thr thn follow my heart n get hurt by someone I love.

I wish I could be this rational all t time.

I'd wear a bikini in winter if had t bod :)
No, I'm kidding.

Perfect day to gym bt I didn't bring gym stuffs out.
Alright.. was supp to b working bt was asked to go home because I'm on a 2day mc.
But I've recovered:( Am missing my colleagues.
Sounds a lil weird bt I actually dreamt about all of them last night. tt's how much I actually miss this awesome bunch of bananas (ppl lol!)

Back to gyming, I kinda miss weighing 35kg tho it's damn gross to hav my ankles jutting out. so I guess 38kg w toning and maintaining sld be fine right? (: last thing want is having guys nag at me. lk rly, ain't u supp to love me for who I am not how I look? lol!

Marina Square now (:

th good thing abt being indecisive:

Lk u guys probably know, I'm back to being single again.
So hw's th familiar new life? soso I suppose.. Kinda lovin t newfound freedom whn I'm nt feeling guilty.
But I dun get y guys jump into assuming tt single = available right away.
It's kinda annoying esp since I'm pretty much happy doing my own things.

Met a couple of rly nice guys and a girl. Only minus pt's that t girl is nt interested and th guys uhm.. let's just say they naturally assume they wna b th next one taking care of a bitch lk me. a lil over-ambitious thinkin they cn tame me eh?
Oh well..

utterly knackered. mentally, physically.i think i got too bored.
i loved th time spent w my sis last night bt it was rly only because of her.
thinking back of th night objectively, it was rather screwed.
got scolded by THE OLD AHGUA outside Rebel, got dragged by Nehs to dance w them and they dont seem to have th intellectualy capacity to understand th meaning of N-O. worse still, they have the cheek to cont holding on to me when i explicitly told them in the face to fuck off. lucky they look sweaty and i dont wna dirty my hand or it's probably going to end up w a slap from me.

guys nowadays are kinda.. they ask questions like "hey out partying tonight?" like DURH "have u graduated? whr are you working now?" when i absolutely hvnt confirmed tt ive graduated.
& thr was this guy who thot im a dumb ahlian or smth. he told me his sis's is rly pretty and smart and asked if i was from poly, which course (he actually naturally assumed i was in engineering) after which he asked if im in rp whn i told him i studied htm. as it turns out his sis was from CHIJ and is currently studying in YJC. srsly?? so i nicely told him im from tp's htm, thr because i cldnt b bothered to apply elsewhere and i didnt take my olvls. why? because i was in rv's integrated program. so guys, never attempt to guess a girl's academic qualifications if u intend to start from the lower end.

well, to be fair, not everyone's tt bad la.. briefly chatted w a couple of humourous malay guys (see y i lk clubbing w malays if they are not matreps?), met a few charming Eurasians and guys who kinda "rescued" jiejie and i from t I__s.
& Mc-time was fun. met a grp of rather fun guys (ikr.. lk wht?! meeting guys in mc instead? yes.) th ahgua went to mc as well to get guys bt ended up being some freak entertainment. there was ppl trying to fill seats arnd them so she wun sit down beside them. tt shemale's got taste. she doesnt just take any guys cause Glenn went over bt was rejected by her. super hilarious.. oh well.. after-club highness..

so much for relating everything that happened when all i wanted to say's it's just not th same... w/o u.

you know i love you when i count down to meeting you th way a kid anticipates xmas morning.
Especially PropeepanMichelle, MomokSimClarine, SCH32Hubbers, PrettyJiejieFarhana, MadMadMadin.

dont get upset if i missed out ur name! i just woke up.
stared at th clock which says 3pm & thot it's still 9am x.x

will you be th next in line?

'cause tonight i'm loving you
looking forward to meeting an excolleague who's a dear fren of mine ltr (:
been ages since we last met (she went back to msia & i missed th opportunity to meet her th last time she came to visit us) so im not going to miss this for anything!
just thinking abt seeing her makes me happy. She stood up for me whn tt bitch bullied me whn i was doing my internship, advised me on what to do & what not so my life in ***** gna be easier, "promoted" me to th others she's closer to so it's easier for me to fit in & stay outta trouble (tho my stubbornness & attitude still got be into trouble w th rest la!) and whn im in trouble she nv failed to try her best to help if she could, comfort me whn i got into royal messes outta her control.
oh, and she's also th crazy sister who brought me to clubbing at another level. imagine meeting guys above 30/ angmohs who are pretty gentlemanly and genuinely making frens unlike th cheebs who touch you herethereherethere th moment they go up to u.
tonight tonight tonight (: i rly hope it's good.

反正說了你也不會明白，我也沒必要浪費氣力向你解釋。怎麼說，你也不是第一個誤會我的人。我已經習慣了。

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u know.. I actually kinda _________ you.

only human.
i wish i were less mistakes prone. less emotional. more aware of my surroundings. more mindful of myself. because i mess up all th time, big time.
& im still damn guilty for losing my temper at someone who's been thr whn i was down and alone. someone who barely knew me yet took care of me th entire night whn i was blabbering my drunk head off and even after that. tho i dont know if u will ever read this.. yes, i dont act lk i mean wht i told u. so i wasnt in any position to throw the bitch fit whn u judged me. i really am sorry. whether u believe wht i said is entirely up to you.
here's my explanation: ive got awesome colleagues to keep me sane at work bt after work's another thing. and rather thn emo at home, i rather get drunk, go crazy. i rather be surrounded by a whole lot of ppl who're having fun thn drown in my guilt&confusion at home. i cnt forever be bugging th ppl arnd me to talk me to slp can i?

being only human sucks. i wish i cld phase. be a cat whn i want to.
so i'd noe wht my kitty friends think. See th pic of th ginger lying in th middle of th pavement on my fb page? he's partially blind. bt he rmbs me best among all th other cats. i havent seen them for close to 2 mths. & he was th only one who still responds when i snap my fingers. he followed me to th usual spot, circled my feet and lay down just listening to me talk. i wish i cld stroke him, show him th love he deserves bt i cnt because his partial blindness means he has taken to scratching anyth tt reaches out to him first. and for tt im sorry. i apologised many times over bt idk if he understands. i wnt to tell him tt he's lovely as well and i love him no less thn th other cats.

i miss Tigger too. because he understands me best. he used to come running to me whn i near th voiddeck of my blk after school. and he'd sit w me on th steps whn im down even tho i was crying on my own. i rmb him licking my hand as if to tell me he'd always be thr. i still hate tt motherfucker who ran over him on a bike which resulted in damaging his organs. he died of dehydration because nth cld be done to save him. and u noe th best thing? that fucker just left him there. i hope ure ran over by a car. bt i hope someone will send u to th hospital whr th docs cnt do anth to save u. & u cn jolly well feel ur organs shutting down one by one. U FUCKING LEFT TH CAT TO DIE WHEN U CLD AT LEAST SEND IT TO TH VET, MAYBE HE CLD BE SAVED OR AT TH V LEAST PUT TO SLP INSTEAD OF FEELING HIS LIFE EBB OUT OF HIM BIT BY BIT UNTIL SOMEONE FOUND HIM. u know, he might still be here now if not for u, bastard.
to Tigger: pls forgive me for nt being thr for u, for not knowing whr u disappeared to until after that. for not ever having told u how much i love u. thank you for always being there. u hv no idea hw much i miss u..

The stupid things do whn feeling empty.

Sat night. will defi being going crazy no matter what.

And maybe fri night alone.

i look f-horrendous now because my sleep's screwed.
dozing waking up in the middle of the night in tears like now. not being able to get back to slp.
why the fuck am i this messed up when im the one initiating th break up?
i dont know. i find dumping as confusing as being dumped.
nights like this, i wish i had someone to sniff to slp or curl up against.
anyone but him. anyone who can make things feel btr.

reality check.
ive got to stop being like this. because thrs no pt hoping.
u see, not believing or wanting makes u see things clearer without the hope/ vision of a happier ending.
not coveting keeps u down-to-earth. right?
it's weird but no. i need to see things clearer bt then, what wld happen to my goals?
rmb i said i wna find a rich guy? given my fked up attitude and looks it seems lk a joke.

what freaks me out the most's that when someone asked me whther it's true tt girls like dating guys w cars, i actually replied "no. i lk guys who wld take long bus rides w me" and meant it from the bottom of my heart.
i realised that other thn that, what i want is a guy who wld love to eat normal hawker centre food, $1 ice-cream or try some themed cafes w me. restaurants and high-end brands are indulgences.
i want a guy whom i can shop with and wld be more than willing to shop with me, a guy who loves road trips and wld save up to go to USA w me for one.
lastly, i hope that guy loves furry animals lk me and wld b willing to sponsor a kennel together/ volunteer tgt.

so pls enlighten me.. am i btr off believing or what?
but before that, knock me out pls..

pls stop. I'm guilty enough without th extremes you take in ur devastation.
U've got ur decade-long frens and all. I am fucking alone because it's just my style. unless I'm t verge of combustion from all that pent up emotions.

learning to stand on my own again.
one day i gna be independent enough to take care of myself.
i would slp fine alone without my soft toys, without curling up and hugging myself to slp whenever im left alone or when i leave someone ive been relying on.
i'd do it for myself. because when i become that girl, i wld be able to persist in realising my ideals simply because i wldnt b tempted by silly little affections and get into a rs w someone who only treats me well. this way no one fucks up my life, vice versa.

bt i now wonder if im willing to trade trust, reliance, emotions and any chances of love for this.
i will be able to do it. right?

ive still got the blogshop stuff to settle bt i rly dont know what to do.
messed up. fuck my life.
my brains cnt function. and all i think of is distractions to keep me from thoughts i do not want to venture into anymore for today.
so 3 movies i wna watch.. even if i were to watch them alone (:
The Lucky One
The Vow
Big Miracle (whales, love & tears -.-)

and i need a food date too.. actually many food dates..
1. carrot cake (not the western kind)
2. Hatched
3. duck porridge
4. vegetarian food
5. Thai food at orchard towers

tt's about it for now..

nuts to be blogging the first thing i get home(:
eventful day. im too dumb to function. & work's never fine in any case when im lacking sleep and highly distracted.
this said, i rly hv to count my blessings for hving such awesome colleagues who cheer me up just by being themselves. nextnext week.. i promise i wont get drunk.
& to j* if u read this, thanks for being there when the nights get lonely even tho ure exhausted after work.

it feels weird to suddenly be un-attached after so long.
nothing seems to rly make sense. no matter hw hard i try to come up w an explanation, i cnt provide one which would satisfy me, much less him.
all i have to offer is a sincere apology. because while he's hurting badly, i merely flit between confusion and normality.
confusion with regards to what i hv done, wht i sld do, wht i cn do and thn doubting all tt i ever think of. as for normality, making decisions solely based on my desires never felt so right.
it's a feeling i miss. being able to spend all the time i want alone and all without the guilt of knowing he's waiting and upset..
i thought for long and hard on the way home. for the best explanation i could give. and here goes..
i wouldnt say im unhappy in th rs because i was. and i was lucky to hv him. but knowing i cn nv reciprocate the generous love he has for me drives me up the wall. it pressurizes me knowing the least i could do is to always think of him no matter what i do.
there isnt going to be a long-term rs because i could give it all up for a life of my own.
and rly, his beliefs, responsibilities and all doesnt have a place in the life ive always dreamed of.
and for starters, i dont believe in fairytale romance. i dont agree with Bruno Mars (im talking abt the song "grenade") and like i said, i realised it's all because i loved bt hv nv fallen in love.

this whole lot of trash is probably the best explanation i can give, for now.

the weird thing abt death.
it doesnt seem lk such a bad thing if heaven/ hell's a sure thing.
at least we know wht to look forward to.

nt tt i ever hope/ want to make it to heaven because it seems lk a boring place w a beautiful shell. ppl just laze around doing nothing or maybe play music and laugh each day.
i dont want this. because then, beauty and happiness is a normality. i'd probably get bored of it if i were to die now being me and went to heaven (fat hope)

and if i noe hell's a guaranteed afterlife, i probably wld be really pissed off because i hate hot places.

so th best bet's to stay alive or uhm... linger arnd th living.
thn again, i wld probably be the worst ghost ever because i will go arnd teasing my frens simply because i miss them.
but to do this, i probably cnt kill myself because ppl who kill themselves repeat th process over and over again in death. which is kinda boring..
so wtf do i do? live. ohfml.

sheesh.. my thoughts at 2 in the morning amuses me.

like a stray cat kept as a pet for a lil too long.
i think i lost my survival instincts.
all that pampering i got as a gf the past 6mths has made me reliant. far too reliant for my own good.
whatever decisions ive got to make by next sun needs me to think independently.
clock's ticking.

no matter how depressed/ stressed up i used to be, i cld always make up my mind whether to cut, where to cut and whether i sld take the pills.
now i dont even noe whr th penknife is. and ive run out of pills.

yting ure losing it. someone clipped ur claws. no wait.. u forgot how to use them.
good luck.

U knw how confused I am when I just keep blogging, especially whn I'm out.

And even blogging makes me feel lk a bitch.

I just screwed someone else's life and I'm out acting lk evt's normal. And blogging a whole shyt lot.

I'm sorry if my actions offend anyone. bt like what yours truly used to say in school, my blog. my venting grounds. note the use of th word "my" ?

Fk. I'm nt here to pick a fight so what am I even saying? I cnt shut my mind up. Thoughts seem to generate themselves and as if to tell me I'm a fked up bitch, they hv to scream the message they each carry. fix my mind pls

Blogging from my hp while sipping taro milk, waiting for my movie to start.

I cnt figure out my feelings. Life feels weird. Perhaps because th bird has yet to spread its wings.
So what's holding it back? isn th world out thr still th same, familiar place?

It's mindfucking to hurt someone i love. bt wht cn I do if I'm just not in love w that person?
I hate how ironical things are now. it's nt tt I don't care bt rly.. does caring at this point of time do anything to salvage th situation or make things btr? even a text which goes like "r u ok" seems wrong coming from me. so what do I do?
O

Happy Easter (:
wld love to post a pic of me dressed up as a bunny but i dont have bunny ears at home. and i traded my bunny teeth for braces :D
thank god i look nothing like a chocolate egg.

pardon my superficial definition of Easter. i got my impressions off Enid Blyton books and choco eggs/ bunny-shaped chocs. it's like if u ask me abt Halloween, i wld probably say smth lk Creeping Pumpkin/ Trick or Treat/ crazy dress up parties. at best, i say "my ah gong's bday"

anw, all th easter greetings i saw on hp led to a super wayward thot. had i gone clubbing last night, i wld probably have dealt a huge blow to any unfortunate idiot's ego.
assuming a sleazepot comes up to me and attempts to offer me his "cigar", this might just hv happened..
me: i'm sorry.. it's easter and i love easter! easter eggs and all but Mister, i think u only have 2 quail eggs tt are not even th size of what i cn get off th racks in ntuc"
after which i wld look down, roll my eyes and walk away.

oops.
i know. don't judge. im half-innocent.

u see.. th good thing abt not wearing a bra's that u rly hv to worry abt unsightly exposure and hving to adjust ur top/dress to make sure it stays covered.
This said, just ensure tt u've got niptapes. no. pls dont use plasters.

Pretty weird way to put it across tt no matter what we do, things nv perfect. we always have to take precautions, make contingency plans etc.
Life's tiring as it is. that's why i prefer acting on impulse. after all, we just keep on dealing w wdv life throws in our path.
Which is why I choose not to give a damn most of the time. because no matter what i do, thr's always yet another set of issues to be responsible for pertaining to my action and decisions.
& this, is probably just yet another issue.

so.. dont i ever regret? yes i have.
i regretted not studying hard in sec school to go tru jc because i do not believe that if i had gone for my Alvls as planned, i wld end up in a local uni. and it wldnt b NIE or nursing. (oops.. case of unbashed self-confidence)
i regretted letting a guy i truly fell in love w go simply because i cldnt put down my pride.
i also regret trivial stuff lk getting my naval pierced in queensway instead of fep because tt sucker did a real bad job. my piercing's 2-3 degrees slanted.
but i figured it's impossible to live life without feeling that you cldve done so much btr.
so i just wish tt my actions and decisions werent always tied to or involved someone else...

well you see, it's just me.
我不会为任何人改变自己。
有些人认为这样的人根本不懂得怎么爱别人(all th crap about 如果你爱一个人，你会愿意为他改变)　但是其实只有这样的人才懂得自己真正爱的是谁，　也最清楚自己真的想要什么。
because u will always hold on to your dreams no matter what happens.
and u know uve found the right one when they share it with you.

thinking back of a conversation last week abt migrating-just packing up and taking myself somewhere else to start anew..
i would do it. someday.

life feels lk constant upstream-swimming which sounds fine but rly, i wasnt born a salmon.
i dont like running to catch the trains and half-running to get to my workplace on time after the mad train dashes (two each day, mind you.. because ive to take th circle line from paya lebar) from mon- fri. and i rly dislike eating breakfast on the go. but it all seems a lil more worth it whn i think abt th 10-15 mre mins i get to slp in. *(00)* ikr..
work marks the start of a hair-pulling session all th way up to th short 15mins break before lunch and it continues till lunchtime and resumes again to "tea-break" and the end of work.
I JUST DONT GET SYSTEMS, PRODUCTS AND CALCULATIONS. & being super blur and careless's srsly not helping. gaah. i will get it someday. yes i will. actually.. i dont think i ever will x.x
and ive got my after-work routine of dinner, home and blogshop-ing. it wldve been fine if i was the one doing the shopping bt no. (points a finger at self and starts laughing)

but for now, i rly need to get off th bed. start measuring th pieces.

life sucks when everyone else at home is off to my favourite SEA country for a week of shopping and massages while im stuck here with a baby sitter. no, im not kidding. ive got my grandaunt babysitting me.

because i just realised how scarily materialistic i am.

yes, after i suddenly started sobbing over how broke i am.
ive always hated holding back whn i want to buy something or dine in a more expensive place.
ive never liked having to decide what to eat or categorize what i want into what's necessary and what's an extravagance.
sounds pretty normal right? i mean, who doesnt want financial freedom? but financial freedom is subjective. some ppl are happy with being able to spend within their personal limits. what im going for just isnt the case. I love shopping, and my definition of shopping, brands are involved. luxury brands to be exact. I just dont like what everybody has/ can have, see? bt i noe damn well tt with my qualifications, attitude etc, i probably hv to work real hard for it. and being the lousiest sort of woman anyone can ever meet, i dont believe in this method because more often thn not, ppl slog their guts out and be content with the single branded bag they get at the end of the day. lk WOW! UR EFFORTS PAID OFF FINALLY? see that keyword?
i sound like a bitch for this and whatever else follows but ive always wished i died earlier or was never born because of my looks, height and figure plus nt hving th money to make changes to them as and when i want to. i actually wished my mum hadnt married my dad because she actually had richer suitors. so it would actually be a much richer me or no me at all and that's fine as well because thn, the non-existent me doesnt have to feel miserable about my average (if u r generous) looks. In the latter whereby i wldve existed even if mum married a filthy rich guy, i would b much happier because i would never be in such a state.
bt since i probably did not accumulate enough good karma, here i am sobbing my eyes out because i simply abhor being broke for so long. bt i guess it's a good thing because i learnt smth out of this sudden realisation.
if this rs doesnt work out, im not getting married unless that guy's rich and willing to spend on me. i dont care if he's a flirtatious bastard as long as he manages to pay. for my expenses and compensation if he decides on a divorce. bt i mean, who will right? keep th wife who lets u have ur mistresses rather than marry a mistress who wld only divorce you and demand compensation for ur infidelity. this aside, i dont rly care if he's older thn me by a decade. anything at all as long as i no longer get to this pathetic state ever again.
if i dont meet a second guy who ticks the right boxes, im staying single. simple enough. Because while women envy someone who marries a man that truly loves her, women envy the ones who marry into the lap of luxury even more. despite making snide remarks, deep down inside they covet what they do not have.
So what's contentment? sldnt i feel ashamed for wallowing in self-pity whn im much btr off those in third world countries? it just happens that contentment to me, is knowing i cn always hv what i want whether i get it or not. e.g. i hv a bag but like another bag. i can afford the other one but i choose not to buy it because i feel that having my current bag is enough for me, not because i hv to plan ahead before splurging. ask the starving african kids. wld they ever be content with 1 meal a day? no. they would think "at least it wasnt like ytd i had no food" but it doesnt change the fact tt they are still hungry.

i fucking hate losing control of situations/things i want.
which explains y i bitch alot more than other ppl about project groups when we rush things out last min. it's because i noe what i want bt am unable to ensure that i get it simply because th end product is th result of collective effort from every one else. & most of th time, i know what to do and it only makes it worse (totally lk rubbing it in) bt cant do it myself and be awesome or at least get th grades i deserve because i hv to rely on everyone else when i can just do it. so yes, it sucks.

but th situation now's a whole motherfucking lot worse.
for ppl who dk abt wht im up to, im trying to start a online blogshop. and i noe ALL of u know i noe nuts abt html, photography, photoshop etc (basically th essentials of getting started)
luckily for me, ive gt a awesome bf who volunteered to help with these. so what am i complaining about? MY FUCKING INABILITY TO HANDLE MY OWN SHYT.

u see, in having someone else help w the essentials of having a online shopfront means everything is subjected to another person's availability etc. and this puts me (the absolute control freak) in even less control of th entire situation and what i want simply because i cant do it myself. im not paying for th services of a web developer, photographer etc so im in no position to complain, demand that things be done wdv way i want it and set deadlines to getting what i want. This option wldve been my clear decision if i were goddamn rich or had parents willing and able to pay because it gives me th control i require and ensures my goals and objectives are met all at the same time.

sadly im th begger in this situation. and although im very kindly allowed my options, i do get paiseh for being so damn demanding. it also means i make do a lot because technically, im in no fucking position to lose my temper because im getting th help in need out of goodwill. Being in such a position infuriates me because i am only too damn aware that my inability (to design my own site and get th photos done or at least pay a third party ive absolutely no ties with) is th root cause of th messed up situation im currently stuck in. to make matters worst, im have no other choice and am at the same time painfully aware that im being a total bitch by losing my temper because i cant control all th pent-up frustrations any longer.

ok.. im flaring up again after making no sense at all to this point. but yes, what i mean is tt i either am miraculously able to pay for a professional or i somehow learn how to photoshop and html to get my whole page up. with this said, it's impossible for me to do so because #1 im broke and #2 ive got stocks overdue for 3 weeks. So i simply have to make do because he alr put in alot of effort for th site and it wld be plain mean to scrape th idea of a .com for a livejournal shop although the latter would give me th control i want because i only need th pictures and am able to launch everything else myself. Th thought of what i want being subjected to so many other considerations is driving me up the wall and realising that it goes on even after th first launch but also for th subsequent collections isnt helping. So yes. FUCK MY LIFE.

and honestly after all this, idk wht ive been typing all this while

yting l.

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