Everyone Can Be Awesome

...because being awesome is a choice.

Don't ever forget that.

I Must Quit, I Must Quit, You

Still reeling from a jilted heart from 3 years ago, was it fair on her? Was it right of him? Why, she never asked. Closure, she never got. Remember, does he? 'Does he remember?', she often wonders.

Yet they hang around each other...still, like lost souls, existing without really living, talking without really meaning a single word they say. The hypocrisy shows, an observer can tell, passer-bys can see. Sitting across from each other, she sips on coffee while he blows air rings. Awkward silences fill the space between them, and yet...they still hang around each other. Out of boredom, perhaps. Out of loneliness, more so. But as we all know, misery loves company, and she found it in the both of them.

We Were From Another Summer

Friendship shouldn't be this vicious, or revengeful.

Cold, like an early winter.

Why does selfishness prevail over selflessness?

Emotion over common sense?

Friendship should know not exclusion nor division.

It shouldn't feel this empty...

like a loveless marriage.

Your action and behaviour are met by sorrow and revulsion. I'm dazed and astounded by your altruistic ways and your conspicuous partiality. It is clear that your words are rubbish and like everybody else, you are a hypocrite.

Why do the nice people only appear nice until they are not??

Disappointed to say the least, but where do we go from here?

Move on or away?

Accept it or leave it?

Do I dare put an expiry date on this friendship?

Or are we already running on borrowed time?

Dejected & dispirited.

An apology would seem like a long shot. But these days, I expect nothing from you as you've made it clear that you're no longer dependable.

A close friend was what I once thought of you as. Now, I'm not sure.

I'm not sure of anything at all.

P/s: Where did our summer go?

I Want To Have A Bubble Bath

My mum said that my writing seems "a bit affected". Thumbs down for being unsupportive of my creative work, mum.

Just kidding. I love my mum.

I just spent 30 minutes in the bathroom, sitting down on the non-slip tiles, lukewarm water streaming down the back of my neck, trickling down the side of my arms, down the front, over my breasts; held my head up and allowed the water to drizzle on my face. My skin was getting wrinkly but it felt good. Relaxing. Heavenly even.

I looked down and noticed a new mole sprouting. (Do moles sprout?)

And then, what seemed like an epiphanic moment, I realised, I could do with a bathtub.

Channeling Sue Sylvester

I’ve made up my mind. I don’t like you very much. It’s not so much you per se, but your misfortune to bear an uncanny resemblance to someone I'd already despise. Yes, go ahead and blame your doppelgänger. However, your personality, from the way you talk to the way you behave uncannily parallels hers, which begs the question, HOW could God make the same mistake twice??

I won't apologize for my irrational (or rational?) dislike of you, or biased conclusions I’ve drawn against you. In fact, I demand an apology from you invading my space with your obnoxious presence and pompous arrogance.

What an unlucky night it was for me to have been invited to a soiree where I knew not even the star of the evening nor her friends, but only the host and hostess, who are my friends, who are great and black and all that, which is something that you never will be even if you tried. But don't. Don't. Even. Try.

This post really shouldn't come as a surprise to you.

What??

Haven't you heard??

I'm a *censored* bitch.

One last note, and do read closely and very carefully, either get a facial reconstruction or just keep your face out of my place!

Peace.

NOT a Rant

You know what I don't get? People who write a rant but then fail cause their grammar is all over the place, hence the rant falling apart and whatever point they were trying to make becomes invalid. If you're one of them, yes, YOU FAIL.

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Funny how I would always dream about what my college days will be like when I was in high school, and what my working days will be like when I was in college, and what my future will be like...well, all the time. Yes, a girl daydreams a lot but the reality never quite turns out the same. Or maybe not yet. Career wise at least. Ah ha, this little girl ain't so little anymore. Who'd have thought this day would come, earning my own money and living on my own. Okay. Not quite. I still live with my mum but that really ain't so bad, especially when you're getting paid peanuts. Sometimes, I even wished I literally am. No I kid. Alas, the beginning of everything is always painstaking. This raring urge to climb the corporate ladder as fast as I can is becoming harder to quell. Yes, I've become more kiasu than ever and it's not even about working late. It's about working extra and producing more than that's expected of me. The whole work life balance is still pretty manageable for now but everyone has different priorities in life, and mine right now, is my career. So apologies if I always choose my work first before anything else, because I will.

Life's too short to do too little and not long enough to do too much. So we just do.

Peace.

Always & Forever ♡

A picture's worth a thousand words;
but a greeting card, a thousand more.

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