Tester ate her dust!
kekeke.

Good luck tomorrow.

The nights are the hardest.

Seriously need photoshop skills.

That's it then.

Don't like how it feels like after emerging from each meeting.

Maybe I'm not suited for bigger things afterall.

And I want to share these with someone who's willing to walk through these with me.

And not at this point of time, still worry if they are going to make out tonight.

The flame still burns.

But evidently, nothing's solved.

How do I tell her I'm not the same anymore?

I am going to dig a big beyond bigger hole, roll into it, fill it up and never ever show my face in light again.

Kthxbye.

So sick of browsing through forums. The company needs to learn how to look at the bigger picture.

And so do I.



Listening to the songs I used to listen to on days I wake up, smile and thank god for her and on weekends where she filled my mind brings about such a deep ache within, I can actually tear.

I used to sing along to these songs with KS while we strolled to Summer Breeze. It was like this from when I could only see her till when my vision broadened to her and the fact that she wasn't standing alone.

The truth is, she could have and would have broken me many times before. Many many times before. But every time I nearly caved, I find her next to him.

And I become fearful again.

That serves as a reminder dude. I'm afraid of falling back into that jealousy insecure cycle.

I often think of the days when we used to hang out for dinner, catch a movie once in a while or knowing that we have one another. And it is still THAT great when we spend time together!

But despite that, I'm not the same anymore. I cannot accept the things I used to before.

You were my strength.

But it is obvious that you won't leave him.

It was hard enough watching her walk away time and again. I don't think I'm strong enough to go through it again.

I miss you.
But I can't go on without anyone making a move. Someone has to yield.







Guess that has to me.

Way too clever for me.

Do you believe what people say about being the truest when u're tired, maxed out and have had a drink?

给我一点酒让我有勇气向你吐露我的悲伤!

Funny how I can just type non stop when I'm talking about other things but I keep losing my focus, losing the choice of words when it comes to blogging about us now.

I am struggling between using my will power to let go and caving in.

Her recent bout of mood swings, attitude and confidence worries me. But I have to keep reminding myself that he's the one now. The hardest part is doing it fully aware that it's not doing her any good.

I really don't want to fall back into being that jealous type person anymore. I don want to only be her prized possession.

But I get so frustrated when I see how she's letting herself slip into her own abyss. Quoting ah Bert, it's like losing a part of myself.

And on days I get so wrked up and feel the power to regurgitate (spell?) everything verbally, i choke. I think it's best we clear the air because we are obviously misreading everything each other says or does but i fear coming clean with her because we have far too much misunderstandings. I feel like everything I say she reads wrongly.

It's like she thinks I'm out to doom her.

And our pride are holding us back from explaining ourselves.

Anyway I really think she's going to be better after this weekend.

One day she'll know I care. For now I can only lun.

And I'm going to post this up this time.

Good afternoon.

After all the talks, emails and books on marketing, I seem to have come to a bigger understanding that marketing is not my cup of tea.

It bores me thinking of how to sell something that is rotten from the inside. Meetin customer's expectations, brainstorming for new platforms to reach parents, thinking of ways to entice them seems so 2D to me.

The world is flat when it comes to marketing. I don't care that it's scentifically proven that it's round, it is still flat. That's how dull marketing is. I have used the same analogy when I was in uni. Who's to think it's to hit me again now?

There is far more to life than this!

I used to have big dreams when I was still a kid. What happened to them? Whatever happened to greenview's dream.believe.achieve? As we grow older, do we lose the will to dream? Do we get so sucked into this mundane lifestyle we daren't venture onto the road less travelled?

I feel like I've lost myself. I've lost my soul, motivation and drive. Where is my passion?

I want to break free.

You'll be alright now that the weekends are here.

Where the goddess finally sleeps
in the lap of her lover
subdued in all her rage
and I'm aglow with the taste
of the demons driven out
and happily replaced
with the presence of real love.
The only one who saves.

sidenote: Great meet up with Ellen today. Always love em meet ups.
sideside note: These headaches have got to end.
sidesideside note: Goodnight world.

Choking in voice, in thoughts and in words.

Maybe we should stop nesting the questions in our minds.

because you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only dream of the love,
of the love that I loved.

Feels like a bullet was drilled through my brains. Wrong time to feel like monkey god.

Bad crampsssssssssss.

You think it's so easy to just walk away.

You chose him man.
You know you won't leave him.
And you don't need me.

I just hope you don't do anything stupid.

我要控制我自己
不会让谁看见我哭泣
装作漠不关心你
不愿想起你
怪自己没有勇气

心痛得无法呼吸
找不到你留下的痕迹
眼睁睁的看见你
却无能为力
任你消失在世界的尽头

Reckon the reason why I have more drafts than actual entries now is because I am doing things that I have to do.
And not necessarily all the things that I want to.

where the goddess finally sleeps
in the lap of her lover
subdued in all her rage
and I am aglow with the taste
of the demons driven out
and happily replaced
with the presence of real love
The only one who saves.

But she the goddess,
and he apparently the one who saves.

When she says things like that,
she sends through my limbs the same sensation she used to bring when we touched.

The kind that nearly breaks your facade.

Difficult but she made her choice Yvonne. Just make sure she's safe and let it go you bitch.

cockroach moment.

Afraid of losing steam.

"God works in mysterious ways."

An overused but very accurate phrase.

I am not your typical holy person.

I don't go to church, I don't abstain from meat on Fridays, I don't pray and I especially don't usually devote any entries to him.
I believe in god, I respect him but I also frequently have bones to pick with him.
Especially in cases like THESE.

but this time around, I couldn't do it.
I searched for pictures of Jesus and I just couldn't feel anything. No hatred, no anger. Just plain ol' Jesus.

If you knew me before, you'd see how ever since Hilda, my relationship with god hasn't been firm at all.
Things got better when I went to Yellowstone and found peace with him - I mean come on, the man sat with me and brought my father back when I was quite literally against the world.

i HAD TO let the anger go.

At dinner tonight, I started feeling low again. And sitting with my family didn't help AT ALL. I wrote a loonnngg note hoping that posting it here would help relieve some of these pain but soon as I put it up, I took it down. It just didn't feel relieving at all. In fact, it only served to make me dwell in negative thoughts - something she taught me would result into something as devastating as what has happened.

Instead, I wrote a draft that goes like this. " Dear god, please give me the strength. " No idea where that came from. I just typed it - one hand on the phone, the other on my chopsticks.

So after dinner, I left and hooked up with Winnie for abit. Winnie has changed alot over the past 11 years. You'd be surprised at how different she is today from the Winnie we knew before. We spoke of very general stuff. We reminisced. She shared with me about her stories around the world, I told her about my very little adventures to SOME parts of the world. It was a good green tea chilling session despite not meeting for a year ( and only saying hi to one another LAST year. )

But most importantly, Winnie showed me, without her own realization, at how changes are not necessarily bad. Coincidentally, when I went home with Destin, he also randomly said, " sometimes we should have changes in life mah. Like that then not so boring. "

I think he meant it as a joke but... how much coincidences can there be in a day??

While I was bathing not too long ago, " God works in mysterious ways " suddenly came up in my mind. And then I thought about it and guess what, it's true.

It's easier said than done but alot of things are indeed a matter of perspective. (comprehensable only when you're in a better mood. Trust me.)

Weeks ago, I was worried about Valentines' Day. Valentines' Day hasn't always been a very important day for me. If you have someone, good for you! Otherwise, time will still fly if you do other things. But I had her in mind and in my heart. So I wasn't entirely thrilled at the thought of them having a merry good time together.

Then the fight happened.

And I totally forgot about Valentines' Day. I mean it was at the back of my mind but I didn't know it was up so soon. But when I was shampooing my hair, I suddenly had a thought that maybe it's better that she sees it over now. At least she eradicated all my expectations and hopes and all.

In case you've ever wondered, I've never blamed her. The reason why I went into hiding was coz I didn't want anyone to influence my mind further. I needed to know how I felt. It was natural if my friends started bringing her down. They will always be on my side. But that's not what I wanted this time. I needed the truth to the matter. I needed to know what I thought based on how I know her as and not based on what others judge. And that 2 miserable, absolutely agonizing days (I am not exaggerating, FYI.) made me realize how my previous bursts of insecurity and all must have made things wild for her too. For the both of us.

So at least now since she's made it clear, I can rid myself of any expectations and without expectations, there wouldn't be any disappointments. I might've hoped that she may miraculously choose to spend V day with me instead but now, there's no hope and hence, no disappointments. It can end up being kind of reliving.

Then when I was soaping myself, I thought of home.

My family has officially shifted in.

Remember how I was previously angsty about it? I thought I wouldn't be able to get used to the crowd and everything. Turns out things are better than I expected them to be.

Firstly, I HAVE 3 LIVING ROOMS NOW!!! I'm sorry but I need to flaunt this. I've never seen my house as a big house before until today. It is so beautiful and the best part is, we didn't even buy new stuff! Everything was recycled, old or madeshift and yet it brightens the house so much.

I am also getting comfortable with looking for Destin and Janelle once I'm home. Gives the house more life and more energy. They usually just stay in their room but I get to lie on their beds, sing songs with them and be a bad influence to them once i'm back.

Ah ma is seemingly happier now with the crowd around. It may be a little too soon to say but at least she hasn't fully blown (note the word 'fully') her temper since cny. And she lets me dwell in self-pity in front of her tv all day with big smiles on her face.

Mother is also less hectic around the house now with Rati around to help. And Rati is so much more of a better help than Isti, my previous, slightly psycho maid.

But most importantly, every inch of my house has memories of her. I swear it hits you even when you're poop-ing in the toilet. It's the happy moments that hurts the most and with her, I can only remember the smiles and laughters and jokes. Even if I do have occasional recollection of rough times, it all seemed trivia enough to ignore. And that's why it's so hard.

But now with the revamp, things MAY get a little easier, no? I get distracted at how grand the place looks now and with the change in arrangements and furniture like the coffee table, I wouldn't have to go " dammit, we used to look at pictures on this table together. " And if it gets too hard, I reckon I can always go to the other places where I don't see ghosts of her.

God works in mysterious ways indeed. These are blessings. He gave them to be a long time ago. I just needed the time to discover them. And apparantly he doesn't just give them out too. I need to work on them as well. Now that I've seen them, I need to constantly learn how to use them to pick myself up once again.

That said, it doesn't mean everything's gonna be easy from now on though. I know it'll hit me again. This roller coaster ride is like a time bomb. I can feel like a powerful king in control of my life one minute and like a helpless cockroach the next. When I'm King, things are good. I see the bigger picture, I tell myself I can live through this. But when I'm a cockroach, I just want to hide away from the world. I wanna choose the escapist way out. And this fluctuation of emotion is killing me.

But I know it's not entirely her fault.

I put lotsa pressure on her then and I had so much expectations outta her. Expectations I shouldn't be putting on her. 'No rights' was right. But I shouldn't have been bitter about it. In fact, I should've understood that and accepted that there and then. I also shouldn't have let my friend's words influence and confuse me... even if they meant well. Because I didn't talk to her about it. Since I didn't talk to her, I shouldn't have assumed. That was completely unfair to her. And I can only see it now when thoughts like these have spun out of control.

Had I seen it sooner, I wouldn't have hurt her and myself the way I had.

It really isn't going to be easy. I can feel it in me already.

Your heart rips apart when you see all your efforts and dreams for someone down the drain.
And it's not only us I'm talking about. It was like the walls we tried piecing down together. Like the confidence she was building up..everything. All stripped away from her. And from me.

But since this is her choice of happiness, I gotta respect her decision. Even if I can't, I need to constantly remind myself to. If you think he will bring you the happiness you want, he probably will.

I am not that noble and many a times, I really wish I could pull you back. I will miss you. I will be in absolute agony. I will be reluctant. I still believe in the things I believed in.

But I won't hold you back. Believe it or not, I never meant to.

Thank you for making my life so colourful before.

Finally a good night's sleep tonight. :))



Sittin' on the beach
the island king of love
deep in fijian seas
deep in some blissful dream
where the goddess finally sleeps
in the lap of her lover
subdued in all her rage
and I am aglow with the taste
of the demons driven out
and happily replaced
with the presence of real love
the only one who saves

I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
and lead us back to a world we would not face

the stillness in your eyes
convinces me that I
I don't know a thing
and I been around the world and I've
tasted all the wines
a half a billion times
came sickened to your shores
you show me what this life is for

I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
and lead us back to a world we would not face

in this altered state
full of so much pain and rage
you know we got to find a way to let it go

sittin' on the beach
the island king of love
deep in fijian seas
deep in the heart of it all
where the goddess finally sleeps
after eons of war and lifetimes
she smilin' and free, nothin' left
but a cracking voice and a song, oh lord

I wanna dance with you
i see a world where people live and die with grace
the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
i see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
and lead us back to a world we would not face
we would not face
we would not face
we would not face
we would not face
we would not face

Need to be away from the family for abit. But there's no where to go.

Been trying to put the scribblings together from 11pm to now..

but the words get in the way.

I tried father.

I took 2 days away from the world.
But I just can't figure out why.

What did I do wrong?

Kelsey once said,

"Remember, kid, there's heroes and there's legends.
Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.

Follow your heart kid, you will never go wrong."

She's not letting me in on what I did wrong, Kelsey.

And I feel like shit.
I'm so sorry I spent the weekend sleeping.
I'm so sorry I yelled at her on the sms.
I'm so sorry for letting everyone's words come between us.

I am sorry I may never have the chance to say it to her anymore.

On a day when everyone finally leaves early, you're not around.

Took a slow stroll from the school to the playground last night.
The whole journey there, I kept thinking back on the conversation we had.
And the times we've shared.

I think I was a little too harsh.
But I am angry.

Angry that you could spend the entire day not letting me in on your status only to drop a bombshell like that.
That you could ask me to talk to you about things only to run away when things get heated.
Angry that you are going back to the easy way out.
Angry that you are not fighting for anything.
Not even yourself.
Angry that I don't know the answer to the many of my questions.

But I shouldn't have made my words sound like I did not believe that she's sick.
I don't doubt that she's sick. just that it may not be as sickly as how it seems.
That's what long weekends does to her. Not that I like it but that's just the way it is.
But it gets really frustrating when everyone comes up to you trying to dig for information about how sick she is or hints for you to psycho her to do otherwise.
And it's so much easier to tackle those attempts IF I knew what's really wrong. Otherwise all I can do is give some lame excuse and siam.

Before the bloodbath yesterday, someone asked me who I trusted more - her or her. Not paying much attention to the details then, I quickly answered that I trusted her more. But soon as I said that, I knew - with more certainty than I knew of myself - that that was not true.

She, I trust more. The only problem is on what grounds we're comparing it upon. I actually think she's been telling me all the truth. For everything. but my mind's been meddling with my believe. If it were for me to decide, I think she hasn't lied much.. but she's been hiding things. That's what kills me. But then again, what if she's hiding things so she won't hurt me?

Guess I don't make things a whole lot easier for her either.

I don't even know what I should do now since I don't know her bloody stand.

It's just feeling more and more like the MIA days. And you know how much I detest that.

You see that's why I don't have a good impression of you hanging out with him. It's like everytime that happens, you drop back down to this.

or is this your choice?

I don't know.

Hate long weekends.

And I really have to stop listening to angry songs.

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight.

You'd be wrong if you ever thought that it was only painful to you.

I feel like a complete ass because you've been so nice. You've been more than nice, in fact. Yet I make you a victim of my own psychological struggle.
And you don't even know what the trigger point is.

but you won't understand.

You won't understand how it is to always feel so cheap and small at the time.

You won't understand what it feels like to not have any stupid rights. To not know where you stand. To not know what to ask or what you can get upset about or what you can say yes or no to.

or to hear how everyone is saying I'm a fool.

worse yet, to hear yourself calling me a fool.

You won't understand how it is to stand at one corner cracking your brains trying to understand how one person can have fun with two people at the same time or questioning myself if all the deep thoughts you've been showing me are one of the things you've shown him as well.

You also won't understand how this ego i've worked so hard on to build back is getting smashed, kicked and trampled on time and again.

or to think of someone you shouldn't be thinking of only to see visions of her in another person's arms.

and then.. there are also times where i feel like such a jerk for getting mad at you.

Because I know how hard you've tried.

I know how much obligations there might be. You know his family, he knows yours. You know his friends, he knows yours.

I get it. It's not easy. I never thought it was. But how do i know if this is even bothering you at all? What if I'm only just part of your fun?

Am I supposed to swallow my pride just because you've been trying? And what IS trying?

Am I even allowed to ask all these questions?

I mean even right now,
you have either me or him to take care of you no?

what's there for you to lose?

and he's still your boyfriend right?

what's there for him to lose?

you have no idea man.

You think I don't care about you?
why do you think it's so hard?

But if this is what you want,
then i dont think i can give you what you want.
and i really don't think you're willing to give me what i want as well.

Have you ever been so angry you find your body shaking in rage?

and then you feel so weak you just want to collapse and hibernate.

4 days ago I couldn't stand the idea of going on a long break.
Now, I don wanna going back to work tomorrow.

Just want to go back to bed and sleep.

I am not that benevolent.
and you have no idea how small it makes me feel.

repulsive.

just wanna stay under here.

at the end of the day, it boils down to this.

who am I?
What are my fucking rights?

And do you tell us the same bloody things?

do you come to me only when you are on the rocks with him?
if we hit a rough patch, will you go back to him?
do i have the right to say I dont want that?

why can't i call you anytime i like?
why must i consider whether you're with him?
why must i make myself the secondary option?
why can't i lift my head?

What is the line? WHY is there a line?

How much concern can i show you?
How much can i miss you?
when you say you're falling sick, how much can i say?
how much should i hold back?
how much can i trust you?

what can I get upset about?
what do I not get upset about?

what can i ask of you?
what should i not ask?

What can i expect of you?
what should you expect of me?

What can I share with you?
What should I not?

Because one minute you're making me feel like the king of the world.
the next I'm an aimless wanderer.

why are you deflating my ego like that?
why am I letting you do it?
is this all just a game to you?

can you not see the struggle?
can you not hear the whispers?

if you shush one minute,

can you hear yourself mocking me?

" heh heh heh. that's just a fool .... "

300 coz I couldn't say no.

Mark this day.

Gut feeling.

Sometimes it sucks that no one around truly understands what it feels like to have gone through those 3 months alone.

Alvin turned on to Spirit's soundtrack while we were daidee-ing today. These music pieces were the ones blasting from my psp during my slow walks to and fro the sanctuary back at Yellowstone so whenever I hear it, I'll experience this indescribable sense of nostalgia.. and accomplishment for being able to break boundaries. If i'm lucky, i might even feel inspired to do so again!

But when I tried to causally mention this to Alvin just now, he took it as a joke and turned the whole table to laughing at it. It's very disturbing to have people laughing at something so serious and meaningful to you.. but I also know from deep within that they will never fully understand that independence and joy I felt when I was there in 2009. Maybe this was what Kelsey meant when we spoke after her long camping trip with her family back then. "They were not there."

oh boy, those were good times.

Anyway, earlier this evening, I suddenly had a bout of dono-what-u-call of mother passing on one day.

And it doesn't feel good AT ALL.

Over the years, I have grown, no.. changed, from a person who grumbles but still work to a person who grumbles and DOESNT work.

And it's makes matters worse when mother is not exactly living the high life at 428. She slogs day and night before cny AND on cny itself just to keep the house guest friendly - while we keep ourselves busy gambling our money away. For years now, I've been hearing the yearn in her voice to join us. yet whenever she does, she either irritates everyone or feel obliged to take care of the welfare of relatives..

My mother can never sit still!

So when the night falls , she usually gets too tired to join us and bids us goodnight long before bedtime. Year after year, night after night, I have to see her walk back to the room in disappointment as she missed her chance to join in the fun.

This year's no different.

But by not contributing too much to the home this year, one question constantly pops up in my head:

am I unknowingly becoming my brothers?

Now that's a scary thought.


On a different and more exciting note, Day 1 of 4 has passed! :)

And my spanking new red undies have been doing me well. Haha.

Thank you for being the magic u are.




Gong hei fatt choi everyone!

These voices in my head are making me feel so tiny,
So worthless,

And so sensitive.



So not gonna like the long weekend.

I get jealous only because you mean the world to me.

He's family.

Oh give me a home

where the buffalo roams
where the deers and the antelopes play.

Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word.

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on a range.
Where the deers and the antelopes play.

Where seldom is heard,
a discouraging word.


And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Like a walking target board. Without the walking.

Haven't walked in e rain like this in a long time.

I'm no longer one of those who purposely does it just to be cool... Or emo. Nope, I'm not that remarkable. Maybe one day I'll reach nirvana and do it like how e Seconday kids does. but not today. Today I am here for a less noble cause. I am waiting for a comfort cab.. Which doesn't seem to be appearing. Hah.

Right before Mai left work today, she asked me some real serious questions. Questions that are turning e alrdy spinning gears in my head.

Right now I feel like that Yvonne clinging onto e edge of e dark and empty well I was so familiar with. I thought I've long abandoned this persona. But sometimes ur darkest hours just creeps upon u like it was only yesterday u got through it.

I am so afraid I'll fall deeper into this well. But as Mai posted e many whys to me, instead of finding steps to put myself up, it feels like cold water are being slowly flushed down the sides.

I am losing my grip.

How deep does this well really go?

You give a push every once in a while. But is it safe to grab ur hands?

God. I think I need some good night's zzz tonight.

where do I begin?

Cannot stop thinking of the conversation(s) with Pegion at dinner last night.

Pegion and I haven't had the best of fate in recent years. Ever since post-uni, it's either she's at a gathering and I'm not, I'm at a gathering and she's not or we're BOTH not at the gathering. The group have been trying hard to get us two together but it still took us months before we could meet for about an hour yesterday.

But even with the long-time-no-see-ness, once we started talking, we S.T.A.R.T.E.D talking.

maybe meeting Pegion yesterday was god sent. For what purpose, I still don't know. But it did get me really riffled up.. especially today. Since it's the weekend, since I barely just returned from Sipadan n since I know things I don't wanna know.

By telling me her own story, I am able to get a better glimpse of her point of view. Not that I've never thought of these before.. but ah bert's recollection of what she's going through was like giving voice to the thoughts in my head. Like a reassurance or sort... but not entirely in the orgh sayang sayang form.

On one hand, there is a sense of relief to have someone first-hand reaffirm your thoughts. Yet on the other, it's scary because I don't know which voice to listen to, I don't know what it means and I really feel how it must be difficult for her too.

For a brief moment yesterday, I envisioned how comforted both girls would perhaps feel if they get to relief their emotions to one another.

Someone once told me that I may be the only party feeling so guilty/confused because he may be standing at one corner saying " heh heh heh. Loser. She's still my girlfriend. " or she may be telling him " that's just a fool. You're still my boyfriend. "

Like ouch.

Realities likes these come and goes. And I guess I'm in the 'come' period now.

Back in m'sia, I was too tired to entertain dubious thoughts like these. And even if they managed to squeeze their way in, like a sperm through an embryo (not sure why the analogy!), I felt confident enough to trust her. To respect her. To believe that she knows that I was and am thinking of her.

But now that I'm back, I find myself struggling again. And this time it's not entirely her fault. It's my internal demons I am mostly battling with.

My distrustful nature is unfair to her. I hate that I have to consciously put in effort to believe her. And it's not like I don't trust her because honestly, I do so - more now than ever before. But there's always this red flag waving in me. Asking the conscious side of me if I'm letting my guards down too much. Telling me to weigh between being fair to her and watching my own back. Reminding me of the times I stumbled upon things I didn't want to and shouldn't know but hurt nonetheless.

Flashbacks of those times sometimes makes me wonder if i'm giving her the opportunity to do the same thing again.

But as soon as those thoughts come, I feel compelled to shut myself up, bury them somewhere deep within and take that simple leap of faith. That's what it's supposed to be isn't it? No one will ever be sure. My concern though, is this lingering nagging sensation in me. One that only alleviates only when she's around or when I hear her voice. Is this what insecurity is supposed to feel like?

Haven't had fear like these for a long time and I really don't know why it's back. Are these the after-effects of the trip? Is it because my expectations are higher? Because I've met my sane friends again or because it's time for ALL of us to face it?

I don't wanna have these thoughts / doubts / whatever-you-call-em. The need to constantly tell myself that the possibility of her pulling the same stunt is not high and that I shouldn't be thinking of things like that is making me very tired because a huge part of me trust her not merely by will-power but also by sensation -by 'trust' in all its entirety.

It's the past that haunts me, really. And that past escalates whatever actions that are done now. It's really not fair to her, or to me.

oh this is all too tiring.

That's why I hope, with all my heart, that Pegion does not allow things to escalate to my level. But if there's one thing I know about Pegion, it's her courage and willingness to face all obstacles thrown her way. And I see that coming from her even as she was speaking yesterday. Despite her obligation and commitmental issues, I'm sure that once she has figured out what she wants, she will bravely face it.

I'm rooting for you Pegion.

Fuck you fuck you fuck you.
I'm sick of it.
SICK OF IT!

Told u I'ld go through a mental trauma when I'm back.

Stepped into school today with a huge sense of dread. Meeting cindy this trip made me contemplate further on what I've been doing with my life. They are vetting designs, approving designs, and earning money for their leisure activities. They are talking about attending meetings abroad and about staff retreats.

I, on the other hand, am here stappling comm books.

Even mai's friend who's holding a tourism degree but main job is replying random enquiry emails in another company is raking in $2.9k a month.

I reply enquiry emails too! So where's my 2.9?

Money's nt that imp if there's growth, joy and satisfaction in a job.

What do I have?

Mai and my million dollar baby.

Putting aside the job scope, I'm also once again struggling with this whole deal.

I'm happy being with her. Very very happy. Very very VERY happy.

But it's like I finally took a week to forget about the whole jealousy thing. And I'm not sure if I want it back.

I don wanna go through 2nd guessing her again. Or letting my mind run wild. Or feeling thorn between guilt and desire.

I don wanna fight without knowing if I should.

Wanna trust her the way I did at Sipadan.

Who would wanna go through these?

Oh god.
go away you mental struggles so I can stay.
OR
come to me bravery so I can go.

so it still stings when I stumble upon Hilda's song.

Finally done will all the posts. And they're airing dalang on tv! Decided to stay in bed for the rest of the morning. Wahaha. So shioks.

Fateeeeee?

1. Alone in the hotel room waiting for flight to come whilst everyoneelse is on their way to level 3/4 white water rafting.
2. Awake since 6:45!
3. Hotel not as scary as I thought it to be last night.
4. Contemplating between heading to the local market, slacking by the nearby starbucks, foot massage, walking about or nuaing in bed.
5. Starving.
6. Cold aircon reminds me of yellowstone mornings.
7. Miss yellowstone mornings/evenings/afternoons/everything/everyone.
8. Just battled a juvenile (NOT baby) cockroach crawling up the wall.
9. Killed it. ROAR.
10. Watching some old western movie. Ain't that bad.
11. Wishing there's room service.
12. Peeling.
13. Sad to leave such a satisfying holiday but looking forward to seeing million dollar baby. Like reallllyyy looking forward.
14. Know given time I could possibly live without but still looking forward.
14. Hating the thought of work.
15. Afraid of the mental struggles/insecurities/mind games when I get back.
16. Have I mentioned I'm looking forward to see her?
17. i NEED to do this more often.
18. Still looking forward. haha

1. Fell asleep before packing the night before.
2. Got up at 5 to do it.
3. Met the rest near 745.
4. Had breakfast, settled bills and got Irene to sign our dive logs.
5. Watched and shared horror incidents. Crazy.
6. Took some final pictures, derrick n Cindy shared their dive experiences with Irene and we were on our way.
7. Boat, van, plane.
8. There's smth comfortable about travelling on the roads of malaysia.
9. Checked into hotel.
10. Walked through KK's market
11. Had a good and cheap seafood dinner. RM145 for 6!! Crab, 2 veg, fish, mantis shrimp ( the shrimp they were taking pains to find at Sipadan. )
12. 2 hr massage following dinner. Oooooh.
13. Fun company this trip.
14. Ray's such a gentleman on land. Always making sure I'm not last in line and looking out for me even when he's right in front just coz I'm carrying a camera. Of course, being the youngest has its advantages too. Haha.
15. Very nice of Susan to plan n arrange for such a brilliant transport and accomodation for the trip. Very modest lady.
16. Cindy watches out for everyone when we are underwater and uses her experieces to the advantage of everyone. Oh and super hilarious when crossing the road and passing random comments.
17. Derrick's one huge joker who laughs at everything and anything. Including his wife. Nice to have him around to perk everyone up when we're exhausted.
18. Travelling with Alex is better than I expected it to be. He's not the best but he's good enough. But I think this is the longest we can travel together. Haha. Gets awkward once in a while.
19. Suddenly remember constantly hearing 'lucky' whilst diving. Gonna listen to it now!

Bye guys.

1. Final diving day.
2. 3 day dives. All diving activities to stop by noon to prepare for flight on e following day.
3. All 3 dives to search for micro fishes etc
4. Don like micro diving in general. Never know what I'm looking at, everyone crowds together to take pictures and by accident, we all kick sand up reducing the vis by another 3m. AT LEAST.
5. first dive at froggy lair, mabul.
6. Underwater village. Many many houses on stilts and fishes weaving about.
7. Saw a snake eel.
8. Snake eel swam below me.
9. I panicked.
10. Snake eel approached me!
11. Saw a huggggeeeee grouper.
12. Grouper trailed us.
13. I looked for abit and brought my attention away.
14. Alex tapped at me and pointed behind.
15. Giant grouper was ALSO coming towards me!
16. Bloop bloop bloop.
17. Surfaced to Susan's laughter over the grouper incident. Then alex laughed. Then Ray. Then everybodyelse.
18. Back to rig. Fell aslp on the tanning chair.
19. Boring 2nd dive. Except for the blue spotted Ray. The rest got high on the mantis shrimp. Tiny little shrimp.
20. Rested for lunch. Huge lunch. We ate a grouper.
21. I took aloootttt of grouper meat. Muahaha.
22. 3rd dive started bad ended best.
23. Went down with water flooding my goggles.
24. Seawater stings eyes in sea.
25. Hard to dive with a flooding google. No mask clearing was enough and every breath out lead to water gushing in. Stinging.
26. Kicked Cindy in the face for at least 3 times while adjusting the mask.
27. Found alex. Checked my mask n found the flap stuck at the side.
28. Clear vision at last.
29. Missed a few good shrimp sightings.
30. Alex, Derrick and myself got separated from the rest while chasing some kinda.. ray I think?
31. Cindy noticed when they were heading for e 5m 3 min safety stop.
32. Musical concoction in e water as we searched for one another.
33. Irene shook her dive rod to get our attention. Alex hit his tank to get theirs.
34. Found each other and surfaced.
35. End of dive.
36. Tea and back to mabul island with Alex for sunset.
37. Went deeper into the village. Ventured all the way to the wooden "pier" for a sunset.
38. Romantic. Except with the wrong person. Heh.
39. Saw the seaventures crew playing vollyball beside the kampong mosque in the village.
40. Most of the crew lives in the kampong. Amazing how some phillipinos come over to live here.
41. Unexplanable how surreal it is to see how some bravely choose the village life despite seeing what is offered elsewhere.
42. Also cool to see how Cindy and Susan - 2 best friends for over a decade goes on such an adventure together. They can LITERALLY complete each other's sentences and knows one another so well they know what food is suitable for whom.
43. Alex tried "making friends" with another pair of girls who goes scuba diving together once a yr.
44. Makes me think of my friends.
45. Love scuba talks.
46. My dive log is so full from this trip. Can't wait to finish it and buy a new one.

An unforgettable final night. A wonderful trip.

Bye bye Seaventures you've been good.

Divers' log Day 3 - Sipadan Seaventures Day 2.

Alex is bathing - I might have the whole night to jot these down before my turn comes.

Already some of these memories are fading.

1. Extremely tired.
2. Did 4 dives. 3 day dives at sipadan, 1 evening dive at house reef.
3. First time renting dive cam.
4. Saw tons of schools of barracudas and bumphead parrot fishes.
5. Had a shot of them converging together. Don think that was an intentional shot. Sssh.
6. Got separated from the rest of the group on the 2nd dive. Left with Derrick, Cindy, Alex, myself and dive guide 2. The rest went the opposite direction.
7. Completed dive.
8. Saw a very ugly fish.
9. Got intrigued by it for some time. Looked up and saw alex waving for me to return.
10. It was a Titon trigger fish. One that are famous for attacking divers when close.
11. Alex is out. time for bath.


It is now sipadan day 5. I am 2 days late and it is time to bid the sharks farewell. Will continue another day.

Missed you today.

Divers log day 2 Sipadan Seaventures

Lying in the sun with a cuppa tea, sudoku and my favourite pieces from POTO and spirit soundtrack.

This is what I came here for.

Just a bit'a updates frm yesterday.

1. Did 4 dives eventually. Morn 3, night 1.
2. Visibility was bad from the 3rd dive onwards n storm seems to be coming this way. Hence the decision to cancel the afternoon dives.
3. Good first and 2nd dives. Saw lotsa bumpheads, baracudas, jacks, sharks, turtles.
4. Third dive terrible. Nothing but dead corals. Visibility round 5m?
5. Planktons were hypnotic.
6. Hit by choppy waves upon ascend. Group of us got separated from the rest. Had a hard time paddling to boat. Gave up. Boat turned aroud to pick us.
7. Good lunch. Fell asleep in the middle of a thunderstorm. 2-3hrs. Helped catch up with lack of zzz.
8. Woke up, psyched and geared for unguided dive at house reef under oil rig.
9. Not much luck with fishes. Spotted a huge hermit crab and lotsa old rubbish like bottles, cloth AND A SANITARY PAD.
10. like WTF. Derrick picked it up. Laughing spasm in the sea.
11. Derrick spotted a rare fish... Or smth. Gave chase. The blind followed the blind. ie, we ALL gave chase.
12.Cindy notices that corals were suddenly nicer and ground was getting sandy-er. As if we were nearing shore.
13. Initiated an ascend.
14. In the night, surfacing is so cool because everyone hurdles together due to lack of light. Simultaneous ascend.
15. Realized we were at the wrong side and off the oil rig! Towards mabul island.
16. Slowly paddled back. Went under oil rig's showering area to get to the lift. Someone suddenly showered. Water started trickling down towards us!!
17. BBQ dinner!
18. Showered.
19. Received a phone call. HEE.
20. Played a new games called Phase 10 till 1am.
21. Slept at 2.45.
22. Up by 4.
23. I should do this more often.
24. If we get amazed at the school of fishes, do you think they feel the same when they see a school of divers n how unsynchronized our groups are compared to theirs?
25. I have the fastest growing kah moh in the world.
26. Diving back to regular. Getting a better hang of it. Cindy good help with guiding underwaters.
27. Note to self: no dive trips's too expensive.
28. Wondered every now and then if she preferred time spent with him, if things will change, if I would want it to change, if it bothers me now that I'm away, if I really trust her or I'm making myself trust her.
29. No conclusion to many.
30. Definitely still thinking of you.

I'm liking it here folks!

Haven't shit in 3 days.

Sipadan Sea Venture Day 1.

It's day one. And I'm beat. Here's the deal:

1. Freezing my ass off in e room because alex set e aircon at SIXTEEN!! before we went out.
2. Waiting to bathe, soccer, dive log, tea. Mmmm.
3. Shagged.
4. Slept at 1, up since 4.
5. One flight, one bus ride, one boat ride. Disrupted zzz throughout.
6. 2 dives today.
7. Head hurts like BOOMZ.
8. To wake at 4 (again!) tml.
9. 6 dives tml - one night dive inclusive
10. Oil rig's pretty cool.
11. Looks exactly like in the pictures.
12. Hardly occupied. Good service. Privacy.
13. Alex's friends are nice. And funny.
14. Alex not too bad himself but still a lone ranger.
15. First time diving without jasmine.
16. A little strange to have no one to look out for and ppl older than me feeling the need to look out for me.
17. Hard to behave otherwise. I shall be a 'taker' this trip.
18. Went to mabul island.
19. Resorts there were beautiful. That's why seaventure's so much cheaper
20. Right behind it lies a kampong. Chiangmai style. Very sad.
21. So far still no regrets except for e bad migrane.
22. Oh. And I'm having problem maintaining neutral boyency. Still can't figure if I'm too fat or im breathing irregularly. Ha.
23. Done bathing.
24. Mouth sore from biting the mouth piece.
23. Thinking of you.

Goodnight world.

Leaving for sipadan!

A lil bit of excitment, a lil bit of nervousness, a lil bit of worry, a lil bit of bu she de-ness.

Promise me you'll wait for me.

Thank you you.

Take care everyone!

While I verryy slowllyy pack up for Sipadan,
I feel an even stronger sense of reluctance, on top of that lil bit'a excitement I have.

I am reluctant to leave her.

Yet I cannot turn away from what this trip may bring.
Imagine it.
I'll be in the middle of no where!
Away from all the buzz, noise and unwanted civilization,
Enjoying the underwater experience,
Re-living the eat.sleep.dive factor.

I've always wanted this - a proper getaway. That's why I agreed to go for the trip in the first place.
But while I yearn for an adventure like this, I'm also afraid of the repercussions..

Apart from the 100000000001 emails and arrows in my back i'm gonna get while I'm out,
I am also worried about the possibility of not having any way of reaching her at nowheresville.
Of how she may conveniently have a jolly good time and forget about me.

I knowww i know. Should this happen, the implication is crystal clear.

I'm just not sure if I would be able to deal with the voices in my head.
Whether I can stop wondering if they are together, or if she is holding to him , or laughing the way I like it to be.
Oh Mr Jealousy you sneaky fella.

It's gonna be tough alright.
But I want her to be enjoying herself while I'm gone too.
Just that I don't like it when it's with him. HA.

Most importantly, after all that has happened at work recently, I feel like a million more times guilty and uneasy about going on a holiday NOW.
I hate that I might not be around when she needs it.

Lately work hasn't been going too smoothly for everyone.
Chinawoman is being a chinawoman,
Gaga is going gaga,
Mai is hitting the limit,
She is being bullied ( or more and more so I feel. )
And the more shit like these crops up, the more uncomfortable I feel about leaving.
I usually remind myself not to say too much in front of other colleagues or try to get involved with the problems unless necessary but I wanna at the very least be around.
For her, and for friends like Mai.

There are so many things I am afraid of. So many things I may lose.
And so many things I know I'd wish I could share with her while I'm there.

Yet I also know that this may serve as a good test for us.

So that's where the difficult part lies. Because despite knowing this,
I still cannot bring myself to say goodbye.

I know this sounds like a ridiculous load to worry about for a mere week's trip.
But this is very different from packing for Taiwan the last time.
I still cannot see myself at Sipadan,
and I have a really bad naggy feeling.

Think I'm going to miss you.

DON'T JUDGE ME.
I'M SLEEPY.
AND I'M INSECURE THIS WAY!

Goodnight.

Alex has already successfully made me feel small even BEFORE we've embarked on this adventure.

KaPOW!
Alex 1, Yvonne 0.

But not for looonngggg.

ding ding.

One day, the company will lose all its good staff because they are too proud to accept.
And ultimately the one at the disadvantage would be them.

Why can't they grasp such a simple logic?

Hanging out with Farnana yesterday brought about alot of thinking and alot of emotions. It reminded me again how important some friends are to your life and how some people have left their footprints in you.. even if it happened over one day or so.

I think I have the best friends in the world.

These people are the ones who stood by my side through the many trying period and who are still standing by my side now. Even if I have been cold towards them.


When dad passed away, Xie, HT and KS were the first to rush down. I still remember talking to HT on the phone when I was below the block, waiting for them to settle the coffin down. I didn't know how to break the news to HT so we spoke like usual. She was telling me about her day, I was just nodding away. When we hit a silent spot, she tried to break the ice and went, " so how's your dad? " All I could summon then was a, " he passed away today. "

For god knows what reason, I can still hear her gasp on the other end. The next thing I can remember, HT and KS were rushing out of their car on that very same night.



Xie was down at my place every single night. Even when she was home, she rang me on the phone just so I wouldn't feel lonely. And even though I know she was using MY FAMILY'S TRAGEDY to talk to Yue Xin, she DID get Yue Xin to call me ever so often to check up on me.

And then there's PL and gang.

We were part of LeXonne in JC. I distant myself from them. (They are still going onnn and onnn about this.) and by some chance, PL and I ended up as roommates in Uni.

It was a blessing from god.

PL and I had a difficult start in Hall. Not between the two of us but dealing with the politics and dealing with the betrayal of a good friend. There was one night which I remember, quite vividly, of us going out for a walk because there was too much in our minds to go to bed. We wanted to shift out. We wanted to give up. But we didn't.

Things got rough along the way in hall. The hall peeps was both close and not close. Through it all, PL had always been my rational half. From knowing Jasmine to jamming with, to getting close to, to losing, to winning, to fighting with, to ending it. She had always been the one rolling her eyes at our drama. Scolding me when I was at fault, reasoning with me if I was being unreasonable and banging her head when we were being ooh lala. Albeit sarcastic at times, PL had seen me through it. Even when I grew distant from that clique, she had always invited me along and had never excluded me from all the gossips.

The same can be said for the rest of the group. From the issues back home to those within, they have been listening if not giving advices. I, on the other hand, haven't been there. I have never heard of any problems from Yuan Fang, I haven't been there when Angelala had that whole difficult period with you know, I haven't seen Ah Bert is AGESSSSS and I wasn't there at the very least, to laugh, when Vivian shared with them stories of her and her " verrryy goooooddd friendddd. "

Uni also brought into my life a very important person. Someone I haven't been fair to at the end of it all and still lack the guts to acknowledge. Someone who have shown me what forgiveness and graciousness means. Someone who made a huge mark in my life.

Finally, there's the Secondary School clique.

The one who can read me better than I read myself. The ones who have only been patient and caring to me. The one that I let down the most after all these years.

Back in the Secondary School days, the few of us weren't that close. Some of us were, naturally. But we weren't THE clique. We came from different backgrounds. Loo and I grew up in council together. We were given alot of opportunities. KS was HT's brother. SJ was that cute girl from Saint John. Darren was my fight-hard-together, geng-hard-together brudder from NP. Xie was my rival-cum-buddy. Xie, Loo and I were together. But Xie was of a different league. She had established some kinda relationship with Loo and another kind with me.

These people saw me through so many things. They watched how I struggled through Secondary School, disappeared through JC, crumbled through Hilda, disappeared again through Uni, once more through Yellowstone and now, her.

There are so many examples I can quote on how Loo and all have been my pillar and have shown the true meaning of friendship. The strongest of which is what happened lately.

When it all first began, they had their doubts but they were supportive. Then she disappeared. And that's when the magic began. No matter how hard I tried to pretend during the BBQ, they seemed to know. Even people like Annice could tell something was wrong. And they did all their little acts to cheer me up. They didn't comment much initially. They merely acknowledged and that was more than enough.

When I saw him at her place on the very first night, I hid. Stayed in the safety of my car like a rat. I was that fucked up.

I saw him come, I saw him park the bike, I saw him go up, I stayed while he was there, I drove around at a speed perhaps a billion times slower than the speed of my thoughts shooting in my mind, I stopped the car, I saw him retrieve his bike, I saw him leave.

I told no one.

1 or 2 nights later, I was back there. I had questions to resolve. I had god and dad to meet. They didn't come. But someone else did. KS did.

Juan was checking on me that night. I told her I couldn't stand the noise at home. And I didn't know where else to go. She said to go where I wanted to go. So I started the car and by default, ended up there. Underneath again. Juan asked what my plans were. Why, she asked, do you think you're there? What do you want to do?

WHAT COULD I DO?
I couldn't even leave the car.

KS called me next and asked to meet for supper. I thought it was a good distraction so I agreed. But I couldn't leave. I didn't tell KS where I was. But Juan did. And before I knew it, KS knocked on my car door and sat beside me for AT LEAST an hour.. asking no questions, making no accusations.

Even when she was back, Juan and Loo were still checking up on me once every couple of days. They didn't say much.. just a " yoyoyoyo! " Typical Juan. But it meant the world.

Loo knew I just needed to.. go wild. So she arranged with KS to have a drinking party - full load alcohol and all. We did just that. Go crazy. I told them things that night. Things about home, about certain friends I had opinions on. Things that I've never let out to anyone before. And they have kept it safe.

One night, after she came back, even when I was still at the bottom of the pit struggling to rise up once more, I bumped into Loo and Darren. First thing Loo did was to give me a big fat hug. Darren stood at a corner and gave me a pat. I remember suddenly feeling extremely extremely tired. Like I've forgotten that I've been propping myself up. Like someone at home just died. And the best part was, I haven't told them how things were then. I was still HAHAHA-ing in our smses, still talking kok with them whenever necessary.

Juan, Loo and KS never left me. But I've let them down time and again. The worse thing is, I'm not even telling them things anymore.

Instead, once in a while when I get so ridiculously confused, I turn to Maisarah. With Maisarah, I don't talk to her the same way I talk to the rest. With Mai, we rationalize. I tell Mai things not because I trust her more than the rest. In fact, her words are harsher than the rest of them. But because Mai can give her a fairer argument.

Yet there are still times when I contemplate within myself on whether or not I should ask her to solve some of these puzzles in my head. Like today.

Mai only means well. But because her words carried truth, reinforced by certain actions, I suddenly feel so lost again.

Through the weekend, I realized that even though I believe her in everything she says today, I still have to work through the ghost of the past incidents - the past lies. It haunts you when you least expects it. Sneaking into your mind like a phantom waiting to weaken your mental power. It puts in me doubts - not in her words and actions today.. but rather the what ifs for the future. What if I've been wrong about her? What if one day she reverts back to before? What if she throws in the towel and do the same thing Hilda did from years before?

Do thoughts like these mean I haven't been giving her enough trust yet? How can I believe someone so entirely, without the courage to disintegrate all doubts? These are 2 conflicting thoughts.. yet they seem to fit so perfectly.


Perhaps the best kind of support I need and can listen to know is one from Xie and Lene.

One where they let me do my thing, have absolute faith in my decisions, accept her the way she is, accept things the way they are but are always on the look out for in case diarrhea happens. I like that they care about her as well.

Oh I know I'm being melodramatic.

Maybe it's the upcoming dive trip. Maybe it's the meet up with Farnana. Or maybe it's the mind games I had to curb during the weekend. I am suddenly so overwhelmed by all these noises and insecurities again. And I'm sick of it.

Who knows? Maybe penning these down will help me feel better for the wrongs i've done my pals..

and finally help me let go some of these things that have been bothering me.

This is called facing my fears.

Roar.

What can I say?

More drama at home.

我知道你根本没那么坚强.

You.

I don't even know how to start this entry.

How do you respond when she tells you the thing she did during lunch today?

Should I say... OKKKKKK. ??
Or should I ask why?
How did that happen, why did it happen?
Why are you telling me this?

So I can give you a pat on your back and tell you not to give up?
Or so I hold your hands, look into your eyes and tell you the most romantic words I can think of?

Romance I'm not good with.
But you know I'll fight for you.

Problem is, how do I fight if I don't know whether you want me to or not?

What she said this afternoon was like a slap across my face.
Like she's telling me that her stand's clear.

But are they really?

I really don't like listening to too many stories about the both of them because I can never find the correct reaction.
Any kind of advice I give will be wrong - I will never know if what I'm saying has any hidden agenda or if I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
Even if they were genuine opinions, how do I say it without sounding too condescending?
How can I tell her that some things are obvious?

The best way out is just to shut up and listen.
But then it wont take long before I realize I cannot sit, listen and pretend for too long that it doesn't bother me at all.
Sometimes I don't even understand why I have to pretend.

But I'd hate if she starts feeling the need to hide things from me.
Because I like that we talk.
I like that we try not to keep things from one another.
I like that we argue about the most ridiculous things.
I like how we are both comfortable and uncomfortable with one another.
I like how she passes stupid spiteful remarks when she's mad that makes me wanna shake her awake.
I like how I laugh at the thought of that.


Yet after lunch yesterday, I just wanted to get far away.
Far far away from her because I was starting to have that sense of idiocy again.
Starting to feel like she thinks me stupid.

But you know you're in deep shit when the night comes and you lay awake only one room away, still thinking about her.

Somehow I think Sipadan nights may not be that easy to get by.

I have a virtual stack of notes hidden somewhere in my phone.
In it contains the many things she says/do that pops big fat question marks in my head.

Everytime she pisses me off, I put it in there telling myself never to give in again. And this afternoon's statement just added to the collection.

But then when I see her face after work and see the pain, tear and anger welling up in her eyes, I knew those notes will again be put to waste.
It is not her tears that weakens me.
It is my need and want to sit by her side when she's in a rampage, to laugh in her face when she's being a kid and to protect when she's in trouble.
It is my fear that when she gets over these issues, she'll run back to him.
It is also how she is trying to work the problems at work out within herself.
Trying to decide between giving up and to turn her back on the easy way out.
How even though she says she wants to give up, albeit beaten,
you can still see some spirit in her.

Where is my spirit then?

Because right now, I feel like this dog.

Woof.

Eng...

not as strong, ah eng.

So tempted to buy my own set of dive equipments.

Mares Vizeer 2 Window Mask - U/P: $50; now: $9.95!!

Mares Ranger 12 Regulator - U/P: $325.00; now: $149.95

Cheap waterproof watches!
Freestyle Shark Classic Mid Watch- U/P: $45 - $55; Now: $34.95 - $41.95


Not-so-cheap fins!
$39.95

Aquapac Waterproof Mini Phone case - $29.99


Wetsuits - U/P: $82.95; now: $64.95

and so many many more!
So basically, all I need to have is another say, $500 -$600 more?
That's no big deal right?

Oooh if I were a rich man..

Oh how I love what e meds are doing to my nose but hate what they're to the mind.

A day you're not giving up on yourself is a day I'm not giving up on you.

She's been trying.

but I still cannot.. fight the jealousy.

Either that or these meds are way stronger than I think they are. ha.

So thankful I can at least say it out here.
Otherwise I won't know how to pretend anymore.

Nevertheless,
I'm glad you're back.

Pain.
Both.
Pain.

You know what's wrong with the people today?

They don't LISTEN. Everyone only hears.

What the hell do you want exactly if you ask questions and not listen to the answers?

I am not your puppet to manipulate or to show ur authority to.
Fuck you smelly mouth.

Go get yourself some Listerine.

Not just worried.

是一点点的害怕 and 很大点的不舍得。

" good drinks, good music, good company. What more can I ask for?"

Thank you for still regarding me as a good company.

And i'm sorry that I'm still not ready to talk about things. Just can't deal with more confusion right now. I need to give my trust.

I'll talk when I'm ready. Believe me. It's just that for now, it's much better this way.

Understand that I really gotta give my trust.

I wish u well, my friend. May this nv end.

Do you sometimes have a sudden realization that you have a life?

That u own ur own life and feel like so far u've always forgotten that it belongs to you?

In the train to dhoby ghaut right now. And in this empty train, I suddenly see my reflection on the opposite window. And it hit me that I've been people watching the whole journey.. But I have yet to watch myself.

We are all so quick to judge. So quick to criticize. But what gives us e right to if we haven't been living the life we've wanted?

Too long a time have we been used to having people run our lives. To hold our hands and pull (not lead) us through our everyday decisions.

It is easy to find excuses in our everyday decisions. And we, or I, have grown used to using others as an excuse.

Despite the many reasons i may draw up for my little decisions in life, they are all excuses. I find excuses to not quit. I find excuses to stay back after work hours, I find excuses to avoid home. I find excuses for so many many things.

Am I not escaping as well?

Reasons and excuses are not the same. But how do we differentiate them?

The only time I'm sure I've made a decision based on a reason is probably the decision to stay behind in yellowstone. Now that felt right didn't it?

But I don't know if I'm finding excuses or having genuine reasons to say no to sipadan now. I can't stop thinking abt it. I think I'll like it. But grace and mum has 1000001 qualms OR "reasons" for me to turn it down.

It is dangerous alright. Esp to cut short the trip and to return home alone. But wouldn't it be a new triumphant journey for me? Another reason to celebrate not being a loser. They are, however, instilling fear and worries in me. And I find myself wondering if I'm really worried about the dangers, or am I worried about her forgetting about me when I leave?

I really don't know. If she does forget, doesn't that just mean alot? Maybe it's a good test on how much we mean to one another if I go. But I'm scared.

Yet I so wanna be there. I want to be free.

Oh I know I'm going in circles. Forgive me. It's the weekend... And you know what weekends does to me.

I'm such a weakling.

Next stop dhoby ghaut.
Guess I'm outtie.

Till next time folks!

I caved.

Don't understand why they made me rush all those handovers when the job still ultimately falls in my hands.

and I can't believe Grace blurted everything out! GASP!

She knows!

Sometimes the things that she says when we're out together just makes me feel.. URGGGH! like I'm indeed her spare tire. And that sense of being a mere backup is really lousy.

Like.. oh when he's not around, I'll be with ya. etc etc. Well she doesn't say that E X A C T L Y but it's a sense that I'm getting and I hate that feeling. Makes me wonder why I'm making myself out to be such a loser because I know that I can be better than that.

I'm just allowing it to happen.

But then a part of me also tells me that I'm being a weeee bit too sensitive, that she's not that bad and that I shouldn't be dissecting her words or actions. That maybe she has tons of things in her mind that she's not letting out too. Or that given her little kid exterior, she is a way deeper person than that. Maybe she's chained up as well?



I don't know. After all the chit chats we've had, I feel like I should know her. And maybe I do. but what she's letting out is only so much. Her words and her actions never tallies.. so much so they can actually go the opposite direction! And even though sometimes it seems like I can feel her emotions, I can feel her being bogged down by lotsa things, I cannot bring it out in the open. Because she's not starting it.

And she's not wanting it.

It's a comfort zone thing. Something she has to work out and want to break out of on her own before I can lend her my hand.

I also don't wanna stifle her choice of words or her behavior or actions. So I can't really voice out my opinions when she makes me feel like shit this way can I. On what grounds can I anyway? And I like that she's telling me the truth. I don't want her to start telling lies again. So I shouldn't make a big fuss outta it.

Since I asked her to build the trust again, I have to give her that trust. That much of dignity I still have.

However, silence also doesn't mean that I'm stupid. I know she'll never take that step. I know that he's not picking her up every morning because he needs to get to work. I know that on nights she's spending time with me, he's either at training or something and when he's done, she'll leave.

Now that's where I feel stupid.

Because I don't know if she's leaving by choice or by obligation.


Guess I really am an insecure bitch.
I need your assurance.

Lets run away together!

oh blogger, you're turning out to be my new best friend aren't you?

How are you making me torn between being upset for being your idiot and fighting the urge to grab your hands all at the same time.

You made me feel worse than the fool I thought I was.

It is easy for you to say it when you are looking at it from one centre's point of view.

Try to remember that I'm consolidating, interpreting, finalizing and chasing for FOUR!

And now that we've finally got some system and uniformity coming along, you're asking me to draft out more reports??

FUCK YOU.

Can't help but feel like I'm nursing you to health just so I can send you back straight into his arms.

Battled these thoughts when you were ill. But at that time your recovery mattered more. And I thought I could be man enough to deal with it when the time comes..

But I'm apparently still a bloody guniang.

I'm not gracious enough.
Nor am I brave enough.

But on what bloody grounds can I allow myself to feel this way?
So I gotta mask them all good and well and not be a wimp in front of you or my friends.

But after the mess I was last night,
I don't think I can hang on much longer.

I feel chained.
To a million different people,
To a billion different things.

And all just to cheapen myself.
How did I allow myself to be like that?

I really miss Yellowstone.

Don't know what I'm fighting for anymore.

Alex asked me to join him on his weeklong dive trip in Malaysia at the end of January.

We would be living in an oil rig in the middle of the ocean.

Danger - check!
Excitment - check!
Adventure - check!

But where do I find $2000 (for a m'sia trip!) to spare?