Sunday, July 27, 2008
<3 6:41 PM
Thursday, July 24, 2008
<3 9:17 PM
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
<3 1:24 AM
Monday, July 21, 2008
<3 4:56 PM
Sunday, July 20, 2008
<3 8:10 PM
Saturday, July 19, 2008
<3 4:46 AM
Thursday, July 17, 2008
<3 8:20 AM
Sunday, July 13, 2008
<3 5:22 AM
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<3 1:35 AM
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<3 2:22 AM
Monday, July 07, 2008
<3 11:33 AM
Saturday, July 05, 2008
<3 6:02 PM
i didnt even see it coming.
at the most common of places no less.
the tears that streamed. though i held back till i left.
at least, we passed with "hi and bye". and even managed a smile.
brief no doubt, but still a smile.
part of me wanted to slap you, part of me wanted to sit next to you and say hi and ask you how you were doing. most of me just sat there, glued to the chair.
i guess it was for the best.
i dont miss you. it just hurt to unwillingly remember what i had willingly tried so hard to forget.
will it ever stop hurting? does the pain really go away?
569 more days.
i really should not be thinking about you.
570 more days.
572 more days
573 more days.
although, my favourtite song right now is by gloria estefan [and no, there was no joke there]
i just cant sleep. i'm fine though. just cant sleep. i hope i dont collapse due to exhaustion.
two years. i'll be fine.
no sleep for almost 24hrs. [it will be 24 hours as of 11.55am]
and now i think i will go for a swim. maybe 4 laps, if i make it through that much, and then hopefully drown myself in the jacuzzi. metaphorically speaking.
i am guessing, i'm not someone who deals very well with being sad/upset/angry/depressed. or at least, i deal with it by watching non-stop online tv. if i was in the states, TiVo would be my best friend. gee, TiVo was miranda's best friend when she was lonely. [ie miranda from sex and the city] oh boy, that must be it, i must be lonely. heh.
and for the record, i havent slept yet, so it's still wednesday. dont argue with me. as far as i am concern, it is 8.30apm, wednesday.
the concert was pretty alright. there were some parts that weren't very good though. but the choreography was impressive. ben and i were like, eh eh that one is by ryan, and that one is definitely by gin. and, why that choreo look so ian ah? haha. like i said, good fun. and turns out that i know more people in emix than a thought, mei en for instance. i saw her mum at the toilet. interesting huh?! hmm. i wonder if i will ever make it there.
salsa street jazz choreo is looking up on paper. and i just heard that ADS is coming in to teach BE, and possibly gupson. wow. learning from gupson for free, it's almost too good to be true. gonna try and get back into BE. like i said, the salsa seems to keep coming. all on its own. i dont even have to lift a finger. i wonder if he will remember me. heh.
then why do those who believe in that to the death, always end up faulted with pain and misery?
when is the love really worth fighting for? and if it's love, why the need to fight and endure the pain and suffering? havent we also been brought out to believe that love is bliss? since when did "love hurts" become a slogan to live by?
i must say, this was a rather eventful weekend. it was douglas's house one friday, for my very own private party, good clean fun? haha. on saturday, we headed to MOS to to throw jingwei a farewell of sorts. i havent decided if it was a farewell to his civilian life or his pride, ie his hair. sunday morning, i had an audition at jitterbugs for a performance during the singapore river festival. i think the everyone got through the auditions, still waiting to hear from them though, i really hope i hear for them. excited excited. haha. sunday night, a bunch of us went over to jing wei's house to aid in the removal of his pride. i never knew cutting someone else's hair could be so much fun. tiring though. although, that could be due to the serious lack of sleep over the three days.
and that is my weekend all summed up in one paragraph. go see photos if you want a few more thousand words on my weekend.
ministry of sound pictures
cutting hair ceremony
back to school today. and i didnt wake up for lectures. but i'll have to go for the rest of my classes, so i'll be leaving soon. heh.
WHAT WAS I THINKING? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING QUESTIONING ME? WHO IS HE? YOUR BOYFRIEND? WHO ARE YOU? HIS GIRLFRIEND? WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP? DONT YOUR EYES HURT FROM CRYING? DOESNT YOUR HEART FEEL FRAIL FROM ALL THE PAIN? DONT YOU WANT IT TO STOP, OR ARE YOU PERFECTLY FINE LIVING IN SUICIDAL INTENT? YOUR SO MUCH BIGGER AND BETTER THAN THIS. WHY IS IT THAT YOUR THE ONLY ONE WHO CANT SEE THAT? YOUR LETTING HIM HAVE HIS WAY WITH YOU, FOR WHAT? HOPING THAT ONE DAY HE'LL SEE THE LIGHT? DONT YOU SEE THAT HE IS COMFORTABLE WITH HIS SITUATION? HE HAS IT ALL, THE KIND OF RELATIONSHIP EVERY HOT BLOODED MALE WANTS. HE HAS THE GIRL WHENEVER HE FEELS LIKE IT, AND DOESNT HAVE TO CARE ABOUT HER WHEN DOESNT WANT HER. MAYBE SHOW ABIT OF CONCERN ONCE IN AWHILE AS A FORM OF PAYMENT OF SORTS. HE DOESNT WANT TO SEEM LKE A TOTAL ASSHOLE.
YOU DONT APPRECIATE IT AND IT MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE? I DONT BELIEVE YOU COULD EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND THAT IT WAS INTENTIONAL. IT SORT OF HAPPENED AND TURNED INTO A PHOTO TAKING SESSION. AT LEAST FIND OUT HOW IT HAPPENED, INSTEAD OF GOING STRAIGHT TO DEFENSE. AND HECK, YOU'VE TAKEN PICTURES LIKE THAT OR BEEN IN THAT POSITION WITH SO MANY OTHER GUYS. AND I GET RIDDEN BECAUSE THIS ONE'S YOUR'S? CORRECTION, YOUR EX BOYFRIEND? DONT YOU SEE IT? YOUR THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES IN THIS RELATIONSHIP. HE HAS STOPPED. UNTIL YOU DECIDE THAT YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH, HE WILL NEVER STOP WHAT HE'S DOING. YOU'RE MAKING IT TOO EASY FOR HIM.
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? WHERE DID YOU GO? WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FIND YOURSELF AGAIN? LIKE I SAID, WE'RE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO ROOT FOR YOURSELF AND STOP ROOTING FOR HIM?
there, i've said my piece.
i must admit though, it really sucks to see him so happy. doesnt matter if it's for real or not. it just really sucks to see him so freaking happy.
i ask again, why is it that he had so much more on the line than i did, and yet, i seem to be the one who has lost. maybe not everything, but i still feel i lost.