it doesn't matter how many times you apologize.
it doesn't matter how many times you explain.
because.. it just doesn't matter anymore.
don't you get it?
sometimes i wonder if this is a game.
when i loved you as intensely as i did, you treated me with a sort of placid nonchalance.
and when i decided to let go, you renewed your vigor and went full steam ahead.
its funny how things round up now don't you think?
now i'm the one dodging the bullets.
because, it really doesn't matter anymore.
i think we've had enough.
don't you?
didn't the day you let go fill you with utmost relief?
why?
i will NEVER look back, i'm sorry.
--
Friday, October 17, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
the post about that techie.
i bought the Nokia E71 (in grey altho white chio-er) can.
someone please say "WOAHHHHHHHH SOPHIA YOU'RE SO DAMN COOL CAN. YOU'RE LIKE.. CARRYING A SMART PHONE."
and i can reply going "like yeah, cuz i'm smart yo."
SONG BO!!!
i finally have a chio phone!!
now its only getting around to learning how to use it. blah.
--
i bought the Nokia E71 (in grey altho white chio-er) can.
someone please say "WOAHHHHHHHH SOPHIA YOU'RE SO DAMN COOL CAN. YOU'RE LIKE.. CARRYING A SMART PHONE."
and i can reply going "like yeah, cuz i'm smart yo."
SONG BO!!!
i finally have a chio phone!!
now its only getting around to learning how to use it. blah.
--
Monday, October 6, 2008
Super Mr.Fix-It-All-Or-Not.
honestly, i'm having the monday BLUES/BLACK whatever.
today hasn't been a good day BUT............... my father totally cracked me up until all the blues were chased away.
my dad being a superdad, loves to tinker with anything he finds not working.
from fridges to toilet bowls to washing machines. anything.
he just loves going on his rescue missions & starting on his pet projects - eg. PROJECT Toilet Bowl
(i suppose thats why both my mom and him love to shop at IKEA for new furniture.)
my mom loves to shop, period.
my dad loves the part that comes after the purchasing, getting it fixed up all on his own.
he spends hours alone in the room tinkering around with objects, taking them apart and putting 'em back together. like a kid right?
the bad part is?
it doesn't mean everything that's spoilt CAN BE FIXED by him.
and today is a super good example.
my dad was trying to fixed the van keys cuz now they're sorta spoilt and the doors have to be open manually which sorta infuriates him when its raining cuz he has to run under the rain to open the van instead of "tiu tiu" and its open.
so he tried fixing it right before he & my mom headed to town for lunch. for those not in the know, my dad has freaken strong hands. don't bother playing arm wrestling because forget it, you'll lose one lah.
he ended up breaking the KEY itself which means... they couldn't start the van with a broken key!! HAHAHA.
and, the auto part wasn't even fixed.
my mom's spare key has something wrong and doesn't really work.
so it ended up that they were inside the car with no means of locking it from outside.
and even if they lock it, they wouldn't be able to get back in.
AND, surprisingly, my dad managed to get the car to start with the faulty spare key but... either one of them is stuck in the car until a replacement key is found to LOCK it.
AHHAHAHAHAHAH.
which means... both my parents are trapped in the car.
WAH LAU... I LAUGH UNTIL I DIE CAN.
my mom is currently sending me a flurry of smses because she absolutely doesn't know whether to get pissed off with the dad or laugh about the matter.
my dad is trying to get a replacement key with Renault now i think whilst the key is in the ignition and because its faulty, they can't remove it just in case, it doesn't start again later.
GOODNESS, the spots they get themselves into.
fainted.
--
honestly, i'm having the monday BLUES/BLACK whatever.
today hasn't been a good day BUT............... my father totally cracked me up until all the blues were chased away.
my dad being a superdad, loves to tinker with anything he finds not working.
from fridges to toilet bowls to washing machines. anything.
he just loves going on his rescue missions & starting on his pet projects - eg. PROJECT Toilet Bowl
(i suppose thats why both my mom and him love to shop at IKEA for new furniture.)
my mom loves to shop, period.
my dad loves the part that comes after the purchasing, getting it fixed up all on his own.
he spends hours alone in the room tinkering around with objects, taking them apart and putting 'em back together. like a kid right?
the bad part is?
it doesn't mean everything that's spoilt CAN BE FIXED by him.
and today is a super good example.
my dad was trying to fixed the van keys cuz now they're sorta spoilt and the doors have to be open manually which sorta infuriates him when its raining cuz he has to run under the rain to open the van instead of "tiu tiu" and its open.
so he tried fixing it right before he & my mom headed to town for lunch. for those not in the know, my dad has freaken strong hands. don't bother playing arm wrestling because forget it, you'll lose one lah.
he ended up breaking the KEY itself which means... they couldn't start the van with a broken key!! HAHAHA.
and, the auto part wasn't even fixed.
my mom's spare key has something wrong and doesn't really work.
so it ended up that they were inside the car with no means of locking it from outside.
and even if they lock it, they wouldn't be able to get back in.
AND, surprisingly, my dad managed to get the car to start with the faulty spare key but... either one of them is stuck in the car until a replacement key is found to LOCK it.
AHHAHAHAHAHAH.
which means... both my parents are trapped in the car.
WAH LAU... I LAUGH UNTIL I DIE CAN.
my mom is currently sending me a flurry of smses because she absolutely doesn't know whether to get pissed off with the dad or laugh about the matter.
my dad is trying to get a replacement key with Renault now i think whilst the key is in the ignition and because its faulty, they can't remove it just in case, it doesn't start again later.
GOODNESS, the spots they get themselves into.
fainted.
--
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
haolian, i must.
oh, after my 5 day break.
of which 4 of them were spent shopping. HAHA.
i amassed a collection of:
gladiator sandals on sale at Tangs (SGD 19.90 nia!!)
river island maryjanes.
a long stripped tube.
a topshop top. (what is shopping without topshop!)
marks&sparks panties. (more costly but comfier than the topshoppy ones.)
a book about I-Kuei Feng. (last empress of China.)
THATS ALL OKAY!
4 days of shopping and this is all i buy. amazing right?
i used to be quite the shopaholic but now....
i can control. wahahahaha.
i walk into forever21/pull&bear/warehouse/charles&keith/riverisland/gap/bysi/fox/marks&sparks/thewholedamnvivocity.
plus all my items were cheap! save for the undies and the river island maryjanes.
lemme see my total expenditure for the 4 days of shopping (don't include food ar):
19.90 - gladiator sandals
67.00 - river island maryjanes
13.50 - tube top
37.80 - topshop top
F.O.C - marks & sparks undies cuz my mother pay.
36.50 - book about I-Kuei Feng.
total damage: SGD 207.70
oh shit, wait, that is quite alot of money.
wah lau!! i tot i spent very little.
shit, to think i haven't bought a bag that i wanted.
WTH. i spent quite alot sia.
shit. sian.
--
oh, after my 5 day break.
of which 4 of them were spent shopping. HAHA.
i amassed a collection of:
gladiator sandals on sale at Tangs (SGD 19.90 nia!!)
river island maryjanes.
a long stripped tube.
a topshop top. (what is shopping without topshop!)
marks&sparks panties. (more costly but comfier than the topshoppy ones.)
a book about I-Kuei Feng. (last empress of China.)
THATS ALL OKAY!
4 days of shopping and this is all i buy. amazing right?
i used to be quite the shopaholic but now....
i can control. wahahahaha.
i walk into forever21/pull&bear/warehouse/charles&keith/riverisland/gap/bysi/fox/marks&sparks/thewholedamnvivocity.
plus all my items were cheap! save for the undies and the river island maryjanes.
lemme see my total expenditure for the 4 days of shopping (don't include food ar):
19.90 - gladiator sandals
67.00 - river island maryjanes
13.50 - tube top
37.80 - topshop top
F.O.C - marks & sparks undies cuz my mother pay.
36.50 - book about I-Kuei Feng.
total damage: SGD 207.70
oh shit, wait, that is quite alot of money.
wah lau!! i tot i spent very little.
shit, to think i haven't bought a bag that i wanted.
WTH. i spent quite alot sia.
shit. sian.
--
i think someone lied.
if not, i was just lying to myself all the damn time.
goodness, whoever said when you work, you don't bring your work back was a complete liar!!
you do! in fact just like the dreaded exams, it stays lingering at the back of your mind waiting to implode on a nice sunny thursday morning.
drats.
i look at my TO-DO list and i can only sigh.
its 11am and i am only nearly half-done.
--
its nearly always is a case of "you say, i say, but we don't get."
my itchy fingers wanted to dial your digitzzzzz but i resisted.
i think i'm getting pretty good at this whole RESIST D.Y.D. game.
in fact i'm a pro, so good that currently my score for it is 9924189483798712 and i'm on level 99/100.
bloody shit.
i remember a particularly amusing conversation i had with you eons ago.
I HATE IT THAT I REMEMBER WHOLE CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU WORD-FOR-WORD.
you: i hate 2nd hand smoke.
me: its okay i guess. nothing too bad. just move away.
you: are you an ass? i can't move away. they are my damn clients.
me: stop calling me ass. shit you. you're the ass. i'm a whole human being.
you, i meant ass as in DONKEY, ass. haha.
me: you're SO not funny.
you: i am SO. no wait, i am not SO. you are SO, SO-phia. goodness, check out my wit. my ultimate prowess is twisting my words to crush my enemies like a coooocccccckkroach. HA HA HA.
me: shuddup.
you: ass.
me: you have a fat ass.
you: thanks. i always knew i had a knack for rearing farm animals, you, for instance. indeed, you look fat enough to slaughter for thanksgiving dinner now. too bad you're not a turkey but rather, an ass.
me: SHUDDUP. i will not talk to you for the next year or so.
I HATED YOU FOR THE "SCINTILLATING" CONVERSATIONS YOU LOVED TO ENGAGE ME IN.
sigh.
i also remember how you used to ask me to read more of the papers, to read all the political issues in Time mag, to watch bbc and cnn.
in your own words, "to keep abreast of the times."
i could never hold up against you when you decided to rattle off about current affairs.
you said it'd help me when i talked to the big bosses, that you were training me for my future.
how you used to hide the Life section of the Straits Times so i'd read the other sections.
how you brought back newspapers from everywhere for me to read.
you always said you did everything in my best interest.
you lied too, we're all inherently selfish.
you merely wanted someone who could spar with you intellectually, in your own terms.
you merely wanted to prepare me for the day that when you brought me to see your big-shot friends, i'd hold up on my own and not embarrass the shit out of you.
you merely wanted your ideal version of a partner that you conjured up in that little head of yours.
we all lie. but most of all, i lied to myself.
--
if not, i was just lying to myself all the damn time.
goodness, whoever said when you work, you don't bring your work back was a complete liar!!
you do! in fact just like the dreaded exams, it stays lingering at the back of your mind waiting to implode on a nice sunny thursday morning.
drats.
i look at my TO-DO list and i can only sigh.
its 11am and i am only nearly half-done.
--
its nearly always is a case of "you say, i say, but we don't get."
my itchy fingers wanted to dial your digitzzzzz but i resisted.
i think i'm getting pretty good at this whole RESIST D.Y.D. game.
in fact i'm a pro, so good that currently my score for it is 9924189483798712 and i'm on level 99/100.
bloody shit.
i remember a particularly amusing conversation i had with you eons ago.
I HATE IT THAT I REMEMBER WHOLE CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU WORD-FOR-WORD.
you: i hate 2nd hand smoke.
me: its okay i guess. nothing too bad. just move away.
you: are you an ass? i can't move away. they are my damn clients.
me: stop calling me ass. shit you. you're the ass. i'm a whole human being.
you, i meant ass as in DONKEY, ass. haha.
me: you're SO not funny.
you: i am SO. no wait, i am not SO. you are SO, SO-phia. goodness, check out my wit. my ultimate prowess is twisting my words to crush my enemies like a coooocccccckkroach. HA HA HA.
me: shuddup.
you: ass.
me: you have a fat ass.
you: thanks. i always knew i had a knack for rearing farm animals, you, for instance. indeed, you look fat enough to slaughter for thanksgiving dinner now. too bad you're not a turkey but rather, an ass.
me: SHUDDUP. i will not talk to you for the next year or so.
I HATED YOU FOR THE "SCINTILLATING" CONVERSATIONS YOU LOVED TO ENGAGE ME IN.
sigh.
i also remember how you used to ask me to read more of the papers, to read all the political issues in Time mag, to watch bbc and cnn.
in your own words, "to keep abreast of the times."
i could never hold up against you when you decided to rattle off about current affairs.
you said it'd help me when i talked to the big bosses, that you were training me for my future.
how you used to hide the Life section of the Straits Times so i'd read the other sections.
how you brought back newspapers from everywhere for me to read.
you always said you did everything in my best interest.
you lied too, we're all inherently selfish.
you merely wanted someone who could spar with you intellectually, in your own terms.
you merely wanted to prepare me for the day that when you brought me to see your big-shot friends, i'd hold up on my own and not embarrass the shit out of you.
you merely wanted your ideal version of a partner that you conjured up in that little head of yours.
we all lie. but most of all, i lied to myself.
--
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