I sure hope things change when things change.

Cramping her style. A $24k playground. Beyond control. Hanging up my boots.

I just deleted the wake up alarms that I took quite some time to set up. Complex it was, with different times on different weeks. It was completely useless when the phone just vibrates on the bed. Not unlike trying to wake someone up by playing a drum made of jelly.

Rubbing off me? Bullshit. I might as well rub a Daytona arcade machine in hopes of getting good driving skills.

Every decision has its consequence. Let's hope she's good enough to pay the price. Me? I'm just in the ride with not much say on where it goes.

六亲不认！

后果自负。

- Benny Lim

Irreconcilable differences. Isn't that the reason for most divorce cases?

I am not sane. I have let myself grow onto someone, only to slice that entire chunk out of my life. It could happen again. I hope not.

Feels like a fucking waste of time.

I guess sleep is more important to her & hints will never get through.

So much for the 12am bedtime.

Sorry sweetheart.

It might have been you who got me interested in Sociology. But am I interested in the learner or the learning?

Remind me to tell you the following things:

• My reaction time
• The 2 fellows whom I 'drowned'
• The clear folder I want you to see

Having things to discuss. Slightly pissed off, not in a good mood. And having to wait around for your reply doesn't make things better. You've things to do, so I can't really fault you on that.

Part of me wants to get drunk on Saturday and hopefully do stupid things that will get myself injured. Act irresponsibly once in a while. Just to give you a taste of your own medicine, and hope you change your ways.

That part of me also dislikes the fact that a dog of a couple is going for the same event too. In fact, all parts of me dislike that fact.

My patience has its limits

There is a certain worry and heartache seeing you do this while seated right beside me. But since we've talked about it before, I suppose I really shouldn't try to dissuade you while you're halfway through. I'll be like a cold blanket.

I wish I may I wish I might

Since I'm done with the first draft of CA1 for one of my modules, I feel a little more at ease.

So now that I have a bit of time, I start to ponder how much have I grown in the 7 single years. Not much, in some aspects. Unfortunately.

We're open with each other, which helps a whole lot when dealing with issues.

I guess I've stayed as outgoing all this while.

Thank you for putting up with me =)

Am I still as possessive? I might have talked down on some of my friends' guys, but that's when I'm in no situation.

Don't think one should raise it up at such a time. When one is busy & worried, the other is tired & annoyed.

Frustrated enough to

a. Break my laptop screen in half & pay $400 to get it replaced
b. Kick the TV screen & probably cut & fracture my ankle
c. Punch a biscuit tin & wake the family
d. Knee the table from bottom up & wake the family
e. Bawl at one corner & feel lousier afterwards
f. Hold it all in so that when it goes, I go out with a bang because I'm trying to better myself

F it is.

I have nothing nice to say to them, apart from a) so I ought to shut up.

A pretty good day. An accident. So the dream goes on.

A selfish addiction. A night of help. A morning of beauty. A revelation of pain.

Let's do it again, just the odds. And do away with the even. Please?

A sight for sore eyes.

I never knew this phrase could be expressed literally until this morning.

You on the bed, sleep still in your eyes (not that I could see much without glasses), hair falling nicely to the side of your head, a tad wavy, stoning at me.

Looking beautifully cute.

I wanted a photo, but I guess I hesitated.

It hasn't been a week, but I'm pleased as hell.

I understand there's this honeymoon period people go through, but let's say it lasts for the rest of one's life?

I don't think I can 'encode' this any further.

Our addiction is strong. I hope we don't burn out =)

We're nearly doing whatever we want.

Control limit released. And it feels good.

6 August 2011

I'm pondering deeply, what is it that I feel for you. I wonder what is it that you feel for me.

I'd rein in everything lest I realize it's love that I feel.

It's an agreement of a lifetime. I have time, let's take this slow. For now.

Talking's just a waste of breathe

Living's just a waste of death

It seems my faith was misplaced. Not that I actually had that much of it in you. You come & go as you please, nearly random like the breeze.

You're like a slinky toy of a walking stick. Fun to be with, not all that reliable.

Several question needs to be addressed before I spill what little remains in my heart.

Are you trustworthy?

Are you loyal?

Dependable is out of the question. My standards for that are sky high. Should you meet them, wash your feet, I'll kiss them!

No following of guys on Twitter. No replying guys on Twitter. No joining group outings.

What's gone into their heads?

It used to be the case that you're shown to the door the moment you exhibit a hint of possessiveness.

Short changed

Mopped the house. My first real house work in a while.

You like him, it's "protective".

You don't like him, it's  "freaky", "possessive".

Welcome to reality. Fuck you if you don't judge.