Back from five days hiatus from the world. Camp was really fun! It was great to feel part of a group again, I missed that. 
put things off my mind really really well! I’ve just changed my toe nails colour from black to red! and now I’m revived and rejuvenated after 14+ hours of sleep. It was definitely different to be attending as a senior but it was fun all the same.
The crazy things, the gazillion cheers, the hoarse voice, the 9 hours of sleep across 4 nights. Totally worth it.
<3 pookah
Another quirky conversation at work with the telemarketer next to me. Seriously, without him, my work will be filled with mon-fri blues. LOL.
He: Stomach cramps… *pats stomach*
I: Time of the month?
He: Ya *frowns*
HAHAHA.
I recently went through a break up. It was a big shocker. I was a mess but my friends were there to pick me up. It was definitely something that does not make you more independent. That’s a myth. However it distributes the reliance you once had on one person across the number of people who were there to pick you up.
I read about the different stages of a break-up grief and it’s funny because most of them don’t follow the same sequence I did.
The step 1 was always the same. Shock. Even if there were hints along the way, even if somewhere deep inside you know things are different, you just never think it was coming. Even if he told you now, 2 days ago, 5 days later, it will always be a shock.
The step 2 for me wasn’t sadness. The step 2 for me was pure anger. I was pissed off, to say the least. It was not verging on hatred but it was pure profanities and disbelief. What the f- was he thinking, who does he think he is, I’m not gonna wait for you, you suck, get out of my life. You’re gonna regret this, you selfish bastard.
(Rated NC16 HAHAHAHA.)
The step 3 was sadness though. After getting past the anger, it was like, okay maybe he wasn’t that big a jackass. Should I call him, should I not call him. Should I talk to him, should I not talk to him. Should I meet him, should I not meet him. There is no harm in it, heck let’s be friends. I really need him in my life. We’ve been together for too long. These songs make me sad. – all that pathetic thoughts. Thank god for my friends, I haven’t done anything irrationally.
The step 4 is snapping out of it. Thinking about it less, talking about it less. I’m either getting there or I’m getting busier. Still a part of me that’s sad, obviously. If I was over it, I wouldn’t blog about this. But if I was still wallowing in self-pity, depressed and in shock, I wouldn’t blog about this either.
And I guess step 5 (I’m over you!) is never really achieved until I’m with someone new and it isn’t a rebound.
Now I’ve got one arm clinging on to step 4, the other arm slowly letting go of step 3. Looking forward to planting both feet on step 4!
[insert my bitching here]
Ida i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night says:
wth
Ida i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night says:
she’s so insensitive
Ida i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night says:
and kinda
Ida i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night says:
i dont even know what to say omg
the freshmaker says:
ya. LOL
the freshmaker says:
i was like tithing
the freshmaker says:
titheing?
the freshmaker says:
teething?
the freshmaker says:
HMM
Ida i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night says:
hahah seething
Ida i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night says:
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
Ida i gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night says:
OMG THAT WAS SO FUNNY LOLLLL
the freshmaker says:
SEETHING
the freshmaker says:
HAHAHHAHAHAHA
the freshmaker says:
shit that was stupid
so I got in and found that the telemarketer next to me was here before me. he is almost never earlier.
I: Wow you’re early today.
He: Yeah I’m not sure why too.
I: Did you wake up earlier?
He: No, same time. Maybe it’s because I didn’t put on make-up today.
HAHAHA. jackass.
And it takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
It takes some fears to make you trust
It takes those tears to make it rust
It takes the dust to have it polished
Mraz is wise.
It took a fall for me to realise I’m stronger than I thought.
Things are slowly coming into place.
Flight, check.
Eurail, check.
Winter clothes, check.
Skinny jeans for future boots, check.
Just left with damn visa that’s so incredibly troublesome. Gosh.
Still can’t believe I’ve to cab home from Lady Gaga to shower and cab to the airport. What a night.
And we’ve got two eurail passes for 3 countries each. Looks like this is where I’ll be going:
Departure: Sg -> Dubai (transit) -> Paris
First two weeks: Paris -> Spain -> Italy -> Paris
Holiday week: Paris -> Germany -> Switzerland -> Paris
Last few weeks: Paris -> UK -> Paris
Coming back: Paris -> Dubai (transit) -> Colombo (transit) -> Sg
AND I’ll be departing with Gwenlyn but I’ll be coming back on my own.
I’m so excited.
After all these years, I still think Roddick’s hot. He’s kind of a dorky american baby face hot.
…although he’s such a lazy ass player. He really doesn’t bother running for a lot of shots.
And Murray had CRAZY home advantage, are you freaking crazy. For every success the crowd goes wild. For every failure they’re clapping to cheer him on. WHAT THE HELL. I was seriously in admiration for Roddick for having that much willpower to continue after all the screw-ups that were cheered upon. Wow.
And I’m very sure Federer’s gonna beat him pretty well but hurray for Roddick for making the finals What an exciting finals it will be! Awesome player vs hot player yay!
Amazing still it seems
I’ll be 23
I won’t always love what I’ll never have
I won’t always live in my regretsYou’ll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
