I'm sitting in the ER now waiting to see what the diagnosis is....
Showing posts with label crappy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crappy. Show all posts
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Sigh....
The pup's slipped his disc... and it seems bad this time....
I'm sitting in the ER now waiting to see what the diagnosis is....
I'm sitting in the ER now waiting to see what the diagnosis is....
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Iron Man 2 OST
I entered another ruumz comp for an Iron Man 2 OST CD and poster. Few weeks after, I got an email saying that I've won...yay!!!!
The puppy called me at work saying I've got mail and thinks it's the Iron Man 2 CD I won. And I was thinking how on earth did they fit a poster in my mail box.
When I got home... this is what I saw
The puppy called me at work saying I've got mail and thinks it's the Iron Man 2 CD I won. And I was thinking how on earth did they fit a poster in my mail box.
When I got home... this is what I saw
Yes that's me!!!!
Wait, that's no poster and what the heck is Madonna doing in my mail?!?!
OMG seriously?! First of all, at least give me her newest album. Not one that came out in 1984! Secondly, at least give me a brand new CD. Not one that has no plastic covering, and NOT ONE THAT HAS SCRATCHES ON THE BACK COVER!!! geez...Tuesday, May 18, 2010
the title says it all.....
Sometimes in life you just can't help but wonder why do some people have all the bloody luck in the world....
I live with one of those lucky people. I seriously do not want to sound bitter or anything about it... but seriously?!?!
First he gets a second lease on life - he gets to pursue what he dreams of doing and his family is supportive... mentally, spiritually AND financially.
Secondly, he doesn't have to worry - financially, that is. Family is there to back him up.
Thirdly, he gets to do what he likes as "work" where the rest of us have to actually work whether we like it or not.
THEN, he gets an iPhone. Does he have to pay for it? Nope. And it's a 32GB 3GS version...
The cherry on top of the sundae is... what he just IMed me on gtalk....
puppy
zarim just called me he's gonna be putting my name down for a local reality show about producers kinda like AF but for producers, not singers so we'll produce for artists and compete to on a production level
bunny
wow cool HAHAHAHAHAH so from rocker... to producer... to actor... to reality tv star? :P
You seriously have got to be kidding me..... SERIOUSLY?!?!?!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Dreams
I had a strange dream last night. At one point it was as if the puppy and I had gotten our own place cuz we were throwing some sort of shower and there were gifts everywhere.
But somehow I was just feeling rather pissed at something and decided to kill myself.
But somehow I was just feeling rather pissed at something and decided to kill myself.
Oddly, there were two of me – a physical and a spiritual me. The physical me looked a bit ethereal, wearing a white flowy dress and had short hair (like me circa 2007 with my short bob).
She hung a noose and calmly looped it around her neck and just sat with her legs crossed as though she was meditating. The spiritual me (which was the eyes that I was looking through) gave her a push. She swung to and fro as though on a swing.
After a bit I realized it wasn’t right and that ‘someone’ was coming home soon, so I quickly ran over to the physical me and helped her off the noose. By that time she was choking already.
There was one part where I saw Tris playing with Byte. She was trying to run away but he toyed with her. Every time she made it a certain distance, he would pick her up and put her back. The poor girl was running in circles non stop trying to escape.
After a bit I realized it wasn’t right and that ‘someone’ was coming home soon, so I quickly ran over to the physical me and helped her off the noose. By that time she was choking already.
There was one part where I saw Tris playing with Byte. She was trying to run away but he toyed with her. Every time she made it a certain distance, he would pick her up and put her back. The poor girl was running in circles non stop trying to escape.
It pissed me. So I went over to pick her up. The poor little girl was exhausted. Her breathing was erratic and she had run so much, her eyeballs were about to pop out. *sigh*
Then my dream switched to another scene. It looked like one of those floating markets in Bangkok except that it wasn’t. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.
Then my dream switched to another scene. It looked like one of those floating markets in Bangkok except that it wasn’t. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.
There was a commotion on one end, so I inched my way through the crowds to see. Curiosity does kill the cat. All of a sudden every thing moved in slow motion. People around me moved away and were gasping and pointing at me. They looked like I just exploded.
I looked down and hmm they were right. A single stray bullet hit me in the midsection. Right below my ribcage and above my belly button. It was like I had two belly buttons.
I looked down and hmm they were right. A single stray bullet hit me in the midsection. Right below my ribcage and above my belly button. It was like I had two belly buttons.
Then everything went back to normal pace and people were screaming and running away. No one offered to help me.
Blood was gushing out of my wound. Instinctively I pressed on it to help stop the bleeding and staggered off.
I ended up in a shopping mall. My shirt was all bloodied at the midsection. There was a little burnt hole right where the bullet went through my top and into my body. My wound had stopped bleeding and I could see the bullet embedded in my stomach.
Then I woke up.
So yeah I’ll never know what happened in the end.
But here’s some interpretations of my dream.
To see your boyfriend in your dream, represents your waking relationship with him and how you feel about him.
To dream of your own death, indicates a transitional phase in your life. You are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Alternatively, you are trying desperately to escape the demands of your daily life.
To dream that you are hanging yourself, suggests that you are trying to escape from some guilt or fear. Consider also the image as a pun for something in your life which you have left hanging or unfinished.
To see your or someone else's pet in your dream, represents civilized instincts. You are keeping your temper in line. Alternatively, it indicates a need for love and acceptance. You are lacking attention from others and are feeling neglected. The pet may also be a pun for "petting" as in some sexual behavior.
To dream of being hit by a bullet, suggests that you need to persevere and endure the difficult times.
To see a wound in your dream, is symbolic of grief, anger, and distress. You are looking to be healed. Consider the location, size and type of wound. Alternatively, the dream may be metaphor suggests that you are "wound up" or tense about some situation.
I ended up in a shopping mall. My shirt was all bloodied at the midsection. There was a little burnt hole right where the bullet went through my top and into my body. My wound had stopped bleeding and I could see the bullet embedded in my stomach.
Then I woke up.
So yeah I’ll never know what happened in the end.
But here’s some interpretations of my dream.
To see your boyfriend in your dream, represents your waking relationship with him and how you feel about him.
To dream of your own death, indicates a transitional phase in your life. You are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Alternatively, you are trying desperately to escape the demands of your daily life.
To dream that you are hanging yourself, suggests that you are trying to escape from some guilt or fear. Consider also the image as a pun for something in your life which you have left hanging or unfinished.
To see your or someone else's pet in your dream, represents civilized instincts. You are keeping your temper in line. Alternatively, it indicates a need for love and acceptance. You are lacking attention from others and are feeling neglected. The pet may also be a pun for "petting" as in some sexual behavior.
To dream of being hit by a bullet, suggests that you need to persevere and endure the difficult times.
To see a wound in your dream, is symbolic of grief, anger, and distress. You are looking to be healed. Consider the location, size and type of wound. Alternatively, the dream may be metaphor suggests that you are "wound up" or tense about some situation.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
How coincidental
It's my 200th blog post... and it's the 555 days of the bunny and puppy
Unfortunately... I've been having nightmares again... which also I have done some research and found proof that my nightmare might come true....
So today will be our doomsday....
I have held on to my side of the deal. We promised to throw this out the window last year. And now you are sneakily bringing it back.
So if you don't hold on to yourside today... it's over
I have had enough of this emotional torture and lying...
Unfortunately... I've been having nightmares again... which also I have done some research and found proof that my nightmare might come true....
So today will be our doomsday....
I have held on to my side of the deal. We promised to throw this out the window last year. And now you are sneakily bringing it back.
So if you don't hold on to yourside today... it's over
I have had enough of this emotional torture and lying...
Friday, March 12, 2010
what a way to start a weekend
So yeah I didn't get the job.
So much for hoping the other sucked :P
Oh well... I'm sure there'll be another chance... just need to keep my eyes peeled and be on my toes....
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thank you
For not answering my texts from 10.50pm till the time I got home
For making me worried
For making me doubt when I actually gave you the benefit of the doubt
For pissing me off...
Thank you
For making me worried
For making me doubt when I actually gave you the benefit of the doubt
For pissing me off...
Thank you
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
My ordeal
This is Day 10 that I am recording this down. I have been ill since June 7th, 2009 all the way to today and I don’t think it’s going to get any better.
Here’s a recap
June 7th
Woke up with a hangover and a bit of body ache. Suspected fever, hun says it’s just the hangover, nothing too much to worry about. Fell into a full on fever after a late breakfast. Slept the whole day
June 8th
Woke up. Was in no condition to go to work at all. Rolled over “Hun, drive me over to the doctor’s later?” “Mmmmm,” and he went back to sleep.
Later, we spent an hour sitting in the clinic waiting for my turn. Doc diagnosed me with a regular fever, cough with phlegm. Put me on a course of antibiotics for five days.
June 9th
Went back to work. Felt icky. But had to work anyways. Big bosses were in and were doing a presentation to some Vietnamese delegates. Had to be there *just in case*
Fever started to manifest. Felt really bad. But had to keep on going. Came home with a fever. Plopped down and collapsed into bed till the next morning.
June 10th
Felt better. Went to work feeling alright albeit a bit woozy and drugged up.
Came home. Proudly announced that I was feeling alright. Then half an hour later the fever struck again. Told hun to take me to the doc again. No way I should be having fever so many times in a row.
Doc suggested that I do a blood test but since it was too late, he said come in tmr morning if you’re still feeling bad.
June 11th
Went to work and then realized that I should just go get a blood test done. With all these pandemics and all that going on, I can’t take any risks.
Doc heard my cough and asked some questions about it. Then he sent me off for an X-Ray as well and two days of medical leave.
Went home to sleep it off.
June 12th
Still not feeling the best. But slightly better. Noticed that my fever always comes twice a day. The first time sometime around noon and the second around 8pm.
Cough and phlegm aggravates my throat and makes my fever even more consistent.
June 13th
Weekend is here but am stuck in KL. Am in no shape to travel back to Ipoh much as I’d like to. Felt a little better. Fevers seem more lighter there days. Slept the whole day.
June 14th
Felt much better. Could walk around, do stuff. Made herbal chicken soup. Since I’m not eating anything, might as well drink something nutritious. Can’t keep letting my body eat my body.
Went grocery shopping and had an early dinner at Santini. Was feeling hungry but didn’t want to over do it, so I shared a bruschetta a la funghi with hun and had a minestrone. He had the Secondi di Carne – rack of lamb. I even had no appetite for lamb. Can you imagine?
This was a lot of coughing day. Hurt my back and my shoulder blades. Have to curl up like a foetus to cough else it hurts my entire body
June 15th
Went back to work. Felt not too bad. Fever was under control but cough was getting worse. It’s getting harder and harder to sleep when I have to literally wake up AND get up every hour to hack up the phlegm.
I cough so much that my abs hurt today.
June 16th
Work was fine. Fever stayed under control. Didn’t attack me all day – which is a good thing. Got home feeling good. Went out for dinner. Hokkien noodles. But I couldn’t eat much. But at least it’s more than I usually did for the past two weeks. The sauces started to irritate my throat.
Coughed so much my rib cage hurts. Got home. Still felt fine but rather tired. Took cough meds and slept till morning.
June 17th
Felt quite alright. Coughed so much the left side of my uterus hurts now.
Went to see the doctor just now. I’m still running a fever. Told her about what happened. She gave me more cough syrup, another five day course of antibiotics and some more fever tablets.
This is never ending.
I’m going insane
I don’t know how much more of this I can take
I want to kill myself… literally.
Colin asked “If you die what will I do?”
Frankly, go on doing what you did…. You’ve lived your life without me for 26 years. We’ve only been together less than 9 months. It won’t be too hard to wipe me off your slate. I’m too much of a burden right now.
I can’t even go near my girls just in case I pass on an infection or something like that to them.
I can’t lie down properly. I can’t sleep properly. I can’t snuggle up in bed comfortably.
I can’t even have a nice snuzzle because I always end up coughing and hacking if I get too comfortable in bed.
I just want this all to end….
I don’t care how
Here’s a recap
June 7th
Woke up with a hangover and a bit of body ache. Suspected fever, hun says it’s just the hangover, nothing too much to worry about. Fell into a full on fever after a late breakfast. Slept the whole day
June 8th
Woke up. Was in no condition to go to work at all. Rolled over “Hun, drive me over to the doctor’s later?” “Mmmmm,” and he went back to sleep.
Later, we spent an hour sitting in the clinic waiting for my turn. Doc diagnosed me with a regular fever, cough with phlegm. Put me on a course of antibiotics for five days.
June 9th
Went back to work. Felt icky. But had to work anyways. Big bosses were in and were doing a presentation to some Vietnamese delegates. Had to be there *just in case*
Fever started to manifest. Felt really bad. But had to keep on going. Came home with a fever. Plopped down and collapsed into bed till the next morning.
June 10th
Felt better. Went to work feeling alright albeit a bit woozy and drugged up.
Came home. Proudly announced that I was feeling alright. Then half an hour later the fever struck again. Told hun to take me to the doc again. No way I should be having fever so many times in a row.
Doc suggested that I do a blood test but since it was too late, he said come in tmr morning if you’re still feeling bad.
June 11th
Went to work and then realized that I should just go get a blood test done. With all these pandemics and all that going on, I can’t take any risks.
Doc heard my cough and asked some questions about it. Then he sent me off for an X-Ray as well and two days of medical leave.
Went home to sleep it off.
June 12th
Still not feeling the best. But slightly better. Noticed that my fever always comes twice a day. The first time sometime around noon and the second around 8pm.
Cough and phlegm aggravates my throat and makes my fever even more consistent.
June 13th
Weekend is here but am stuck in KL. Am in no shape to travel back to Ipoh much as I’d like to. Felt a little better. Fevers seem more lighter there days. Slept the whole day.
June 14th
Felt much better. Could walk around, do stuff. Made herbal chicken soup. Since I’m not eating anything, might as well drink something nutritious. Can’t keep letting my body eat my body.
Went grocery shopping and had an early dinner at Santini. Was feeling hungry but didn’t want to over do it, so I shared a bruschetta a la funghi with hun and had a minestrone. He had the Secondi di Carne – rack of lamb. I even had no appetite for lamb. Can you imagine?
This was a lot of coughing day. Hurt my back and my shoulder blades. Have to curl up like a foetus to cough else it hurts my entire body
June 15th
Went back to work. Felt not too bad. Fever was under control but cough was getting worse. It’s getting harder and harder to sleep when I have to literally wake up AND get up every hour to hack up the phlegm.
I cough so much that my abs hurt today.
June 16th
Work was fine. Fever stayed under control. Didn’t attack me all day – which is a good thing. Got home feeling good. Went out for dinner. Hokkien noodles. But I couldn’t eat much. But at least it’s more than I usually did for the past two weeks. The sauces started to irritate my throat.
Coughed so much my rib cage hurts. Got home. Still felt fine but rather tired. Took cough meds and slept till morning.
June 17th
Felt quite alright. Coughed so much the left side of my uterus hurts now.
Went to see the doctor just now. I’m still running a fever. Told her about what happened. She gave me more cough syrup, another five day course of antibiotics and some more fever tablets.
This is never ending.
I’m going insane
I don’t know how much more of this I can take
I want to kill myself… literally.
Colin asked “If you die what will I do?”
Frankly, go on doing what you did…. You’ve lived your life without me for 26 years. We’ve only been together less than 9 months. It won’t be too hard to wipe me off your slate. I’m too much of a burden right now.
I can’t even go near my girls just in case I pass on an infection or something like that to them.
I can’t lie down properly. I can’t sleep properly. I can’t snuggle up in bed comfortably.
I can’t even have a nice snuzzle because I always end up coughing and hacking if I get too comfortable in bed.
I just want this all to end….
I don’t care how
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Let's Talk About Being Pissy
I admit that I haven't in the best of moods these days (I blame it on hormones mostly... and on work). I've been so busy at work that I stay in till about 8 at night at times... and I've been traveling so much for work that I'm practically living out of a suitcase.
I'm a rather sensitive/emotional person and little stuff that floats by will rock my boat and I don't mean it in a good way. I do try to control and not let it ruin my life though.
This morning I was having a rather heated convo with the pup about so some things in society are so 'clique' and to penetrate that part of society, we will have to conform to them because there are certain things that the society just WILL NOT accept because YOU are different, and if that doesn't suck... you'll have to kiss major ass to get acceptance just because they have the 'power'
He was very worked up about it because he's in that situation right now.... and right before he left... he sent me this....
I'm a rather sensitive/emotional person and little stuff that floats by will rock my boat and I don't mean it in a good way. I do try to control and not let it ruin my life though.
This morning I was having a rather heated convo with the pup about so some things in society are so 'clique' and to penetrate that part of society, we will have to conform to them because there are certain things that the society just WILL NOT accept because YOU are different, and if that doesn't suck... you'll have to kiss major ass to get acceptance just because they have the 'power'
He was very worked up about it because he's in that situation right now.... and right before he left... he sent me this....
Pup : i'm just pissy coz everything around me seems
pissy
weather
work
even you
meh
i'm late for uni
catch you later hun
I was rather pissy last night. Ignored him quite a bit. Well, not really ignored ignore. I was just less responsive. He was working on his assignment after dinner last night. So I did my own thing. What irked me was his assignment. I know I'm supposed to be supportive of his works. But it irks the hell outta me that he's reworking this song he produced with his ex yonks ago for his assignment.
What is the big deal you're asking?
The big deal is, I'm listening to this song which him and his ex produced AND she (whom by the way went to school with me) composed, wrote the lyrics and did the vocals for... over and over again. It annoys the shit outta me.
It fucking annoys the shit out of me.
But what can I say? What can I do? Tell him to stop? Tell him it annoys me?
Tit for tat you say? Give him a taste of his own medicine? Imagine me rewriting something me and my ex did yonks ago. Oh no wait. There's a difference. HE CAN'T HEAR MY THOUGHTS but I can very damn well hear his music.
This is for his uni assignment.
This is for his career advancement.
This is so that he will become a better producer.
And I do want him to be a better producer.
And if it's not the worst part, the melody is pretty nice and a tad catchy.
So if you wanna know why I was all irked last night. This is why.
I'm not the petty revengeful kind. I sit. I let it fester. And I dig that box out from the ground and put my grieviences in there... again.
AND I'm not that all pissy at you. I'm more pissed at myself because I'm allowing myself to be negative.
But at the end of it all, thank you... for not being pissy at me.
What is the big deal you're asking?
The big deal is, I'm listening to this song which him and his ex produced AND she (whom by the way went to school with me) composed, wrote the lyrics and did the vocals for... over and over again. It annoys the shit outta me.
It fucking annoys the shit out of me.
But what can I say? What can I do? Tell him to stop? Tell him it annoys me?
Tit for tat you say? Give him a taste of his own medicine? Imagine me rewriting something me and my ex did yonks ago. Oh no wait. There's a difference. HE CAN'T HEAR MY THOUGHTS but I can very damn well hear his music.
This is for his uni assignment.
This is for his career advancement.
This is so that he will become a better producer.
And I do want him to be a better producer.
And if it's not the worst part, the melody is pretty nice and a tad catchy.
So if you wanna know why I was all irked last night. This is why.
I'm not the petty revengeful kind. I sit. I let it fester. And I dig that box out from the ground and put my grieviences in there... again.
AND I'm not that all pissy at you. I'm more pissed at myself because I'm allowing myself to be negative.
But at the end of it all, thank you... for not being pissy at me.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
My new scar....
So yesterday, I had this urge to go shoe shopping. And no, it wasn't one of those impulsive shoe shopping sprees. I had this feeling that I needed new shoes for some reason.So when we got home... he started fiddling with Reason again... equalizing Teardrops (again).
The clock struck 1900hrs. I pondered whether or not to disrupt his train of inspiration for work. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was up to. Full on concentration. Hmm. Shoe shopping can wait.
The clock struck 2000hrs. I was getting a bit hungry. I still had the urge to go shoe shopping. He was still equalizing. I hear a thunderstorm brewing...
2030hrs. He realized that it was past 8 and we hadn't eaten. "Hun come let's go eat..." the moment he said that, the rainstorm swept our entire area with pelting rain and thunder. "Umm I don't think we can leave the house..." I told him. So let's wait till the rain stops.
The rain started to cease at about 2200hrs. We decided to go out anyways. On the way to the elevator I told him that I want to buy new shoes. Then I showed him the slippers I had on. The grip on the soles were pretty much gone. We laughed about how good it was to slide in them.
Dinner went on fine. Then I remembered that I needed to go to the ATM, so on our way back, we stopped by the ATM near our condo. Now this is a bank's building by itself in a business area so there were no parking spots nearby. He pulled over at the curb and said "Be careful. I'll keep a lookout for you ok? Go slow,"
I nodded and went off. I was feeling rather skittish. Skip skip skip all the way to the machine. Press press press got me money out. On the way back to the car, I decided not to skip because my slippers had no grip, it had just rained and there was a small slope towards the main road.
I walked.
I slipped.
I fell. I didn't even realize I fell until I looked at him. He had shot out of the car and was running towards me. I got up and thought I was fine. He held on to me and asked if I'm alright. I told him that I just fell on my ass.
He opened the car door for me and that's when we saw how bad it was. Blood started to ooze out from my knee and my foot then it started to smart.
We rushed home and when we reached, I turned on the light to see how I could wear my slippers. It was impossible.
Long story cut short. We cleaned the wounds and dressed it. I cried my eyes out because it hurt so bloody bad.
I felt incredibly grateful that he was around and he is incredibly wonderful. I wouldn't know what to do without him. He sat with me in the bathroom thru all the tears and blood comforting me and soothing me. I love you sweetie... :)the cleaned foot (well as much as I could... it bloody stung like mad!)
the teeniest of my wounds but still, equally painful
that's the gash on my knee. you can't see it because blood is still oozing out... and those little white-ish stuff at the bottom, is extra skin, which btw the doctor snipped off today...She put me on antibiotics, antibiotic cream AND an MC :) Such a wonderful doctor.
So lessons learnt from this : -
a) If you have an urge to do something that you normally don't get - DO IT.b) Never to go back to that ATM ever again
c) Skip and run all you want. It's walking that hurts you apparently...
d) Always... have a boyfriend like mine :) cuz he can help melt all the pain away :)
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
upset
I rarely show it when I'm upset with him... as you would've read from my older blogs, it's because I don't want to end up like some deranged mental patient.
Today he tipped me off. This is what happened
1800hrs
I IMed him via GTalk and asked him to come pick me up from work since I was working late.
1815hrs
There was no reply. I waited.
1820hrs
Still no reply. So I called his cell. Didn't pick up. Maybe he's showering.
1830hrs
Called again, no answer. I checked GTalk, he was online and not on away.
1835hrs
Called yet again. My temperature rose when I heard his voicemail prompting me to leave a message.
1840hrs
Called one more time. Still no answer. Feeling bloody pissed.
1845hrs
Told myself, that if he doesn't pick up, I'm taking a cab home. True enough he didn't pick up. I IMed him again on GTalk, no reponse. Fuck it, I thought. I dialed the number to a cabbie. They didn't pick up either.
1850hrs
Called another cabbie. Nobody picked up. WTF is with ppl and not answering phones today???
Then he replied my IM. Are you ready? I didn't get any message from you earlier. Can I come now?
Fucking shit... not receiving my IM is excusable. My GTalk has been wonky the whole day so it was a normal thing for others not to receive my IMs.
But I fucking called FIVE BLOODY TIMES.
When we got home, I told him "Can you please next time, do not not pick up my calls? You had me worried sick that something had happened to you...."
My cell was on silent. I'm sorry. Was his response.
Fucking shit I'm still so fucking mad, I'm not talking to him and I don't care if I have to starve the entire night. I'm not talking to him...
Today he tipped me off. This is what happened
1800hrs
I IMed him via GTalk and asked him to come pick me up from work since I was working late.
1815hrs
There was no reply. I waited.
1820hrs
Still no reply. So I called his cell. Didn't pick up. Maybe he's showering.
1830hrs
Called again, no answer. I checked GTalk, he was online and not on away.
1835hrs
Called yet again. My temperature rose when I heard his voicemail prompting me to leave a message.
1840hrs
Called one more time. Still no answer. Feeling bloody pissed.
1845hrs
Told myself, that if he doesn't pick up, I'm taking a cab home. True enough he didn't pick up. I IMed him again on GTalk, no reponse. Fuck it, I thought. I dialed the number to a cabbie. They didn't pick up either.
1850hrs
Called another cabbie. Nobody picked up. WTF is with ppl and not answering phones today???
Then he replied my IM. Are you ready? I didn't get any message from you earlier. Can I come now?
Fucking shit... not receiving my IM is excusable. My GTalk has been wonky the whole day so it was a normal thing for others not to receive my IMs.
But I fucking called FIVE BLOODY TIMES.
When we got home, I told him "Can you please next time, do not not pick up my calls? You had me worried sick that something had happened to you...."
My cell was on silent. I'm sorry. Was his response.
Fucking shit I'm still so fucking mad, I'm not talking to him and I don't care if I have to starve the entire night. I'm not talking to him...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
live bullets
I read this in the papers on Monday about the whole political thing in Perak and how the UMNO youths are really p.o-ed with Karpal for mentioning that he wants to sue the Sultan of Perak yadda3x
Apparently Karpal Singh received a handwritten warning letter in his mail box which was posted from Ipoh on Feb 12, 2009 with two live bullets in it saying "Cilaka, babi, anjing. Jgn main2 dengan Raja Melayu kalu tak syg anak bini jgn cr pasal nanti lu satu family gua bakar!!! Lu punya rumah semua gua tau!! Lu cabar Melayu mati lu satu Family!"
The note is uber laugh out loud if you ask me.
Firstly - WTF kinda letter is that? Dude... he's a lawyer... and a damn good one so do you think sending a letter like that would work? Plus, if you want to intimidate a damned good lawyer... write a better note. This clearly shows the lack of education and maturity of thoughts...
Secondly - How the hell did two live bullets in an envelope manage to be sent? And where'd they get two live bullets in the first place?
Thirdly - People should just take things more lightly... geez what's with everyone being so bloody uptight?
Anyhoo... read this today that's why I'm blogging about it...
Firstly - WTF kinda letter is that? Dude... he's a lawyer... and a damn good one so do you think sending a letter like that would work? Plus, if you want to intimidate a damned good lawyer... write a better note. This clearly shows the lack of education and maturity of thoughts...
Secondly - How the hell did two live bullets in an envelope manage to be sent? And where'd they get two live bullets in the first place?
Thirdly - People should just take things more lightly... geez what's with everyone being so bloody uptight?
Anyhoo... read this today that's why I'm blogging about it...
Monday, February 16, 2009
my inner demons
I woke up 3am this morning cuz of the first dream... it was rather annoying because I woke up three times before my alarm rang and all because of bad dreams...
The first one was rather silly... just that I dreamt that some weird ass looking dude had broken into the house despite me trying to fend him off... and Colin couldn't do much either... it was scary cuz the weird ass dude looked like a cross between that thing from 300 and Gollum and had brute strength... and it was one of those dreams where no matter how hard I hit, there's no strength... you know like the whole trying to run but can't run in a dream? I woke up shortly after being startled out of my life in that dream... glanced at my watch... dammit it was only 0300hrs...
Then I went back to sleep... and it was like a continuation of that earlier dream... Colin and I were on our bed discussing about what happened and I was telling him how freaked and unsafe I feel now... and that I'm glad he's here with me... then he decided to do some disappearing trick... literally one minute I saw him, the other minute I didn't. Apparently he says he can use it for some defense kinda thing... like disappear and sneak up on the intruder and I don't know punch him or something... but seeing him disappear like that freaked me out even more and I ended up crying... then I woke up... it was 0500hrs...
Went back to sleep for the umpteenth time... then this time, he was back in college for classes... and he asked me to wait in the car for a bit cuz he has to go pick something up. Then one car wanted to move and I was in the way, so I got in the driver's seat and drove further up... then I realized there's an empty parking spot... so I parked... and got down. I saw Mary Ann there so we went yum cha for a bit since I'm waiting for Colin... waited waited waited... didn't show up...
Then after a bit I saw him... with another college friend... and they were walking to where he left the car. So I ran up to him to tell him that I've parked and that we're having drinks... so he and his friends came to join us... and there was this girl who tagged along. Fair, long haired, typical chinese girl with the whole cute-sy look... then she sat between him and his friend... she was pissing me off cuz she was flirting and playing the damsel in distress card on Colin. Then the waiter came to take our drinks order... and Colin ordered... and asked her what she wants... and she's like "Oh I don't know, I can't seem to decide," with the damn pouty lips and the helpless look... so Colin ordered for her... and then he BLOODY PLACED HIS ARM ON THE BACK OF HER CHAIR AND GAVE HER A PECK ON THE CHEEK!
Bloody heck I was so pissed and infuriated... and apparently everyone else at the table knew that something was going on and kept quiet... and he looked at me with the "What's up babe?" look... I poured my entire drink all over him and stormed off... and he didn't even bother to chase after me or call me back...
I woke up at 0700hrs with tears on my pillow....
My inner demon (insecurity) is really showing up now in my dreams... I need to do something about it
The first one was rather silly... just that I dreamt that some weird ass looking dude had broken into the house despite me trying to fend him off... and Colin couldn't do much either... it was scary cuz the weird ass dude looked like a cross between that thing from 300 and Gollum and had brute strength... and it was one of those dreams where no matter how hard I hit, there's no strength... you know like the whole trying to run but can't run in a dream? I woke up shortly after being startled out of my life in that dream... glanced at my watch... dammit it was only 0300hrs...
Then I went back to sleep... and it was like a continuation of that earlier dream... Colin and I were on our bed discussing about what happened and I was telling him how freaked and unsafe I feel now... and that I'm glad he's here with me... then he decided to do some disappearing trick... literally one minute I saw him, the other minute I didn't. Apparently he says he can use it for some defense kinda thing... like disappear and sneak up on the intruder and I don't know punch him or something... but seeing him disappear like that freaked me out even more and I ended up crying... then I woke up... it was 0500hrs...
Went back to sleep for the umpteenth time... then this time, he was back in college for classes... and he asked me to wait in the car for a bit cuz he has to go pick something up. Then one car wanted to move and I was in the way, so I got in the driver's seat and drove further up... then I realized there's an empty parking spot... so I parked... and got down. I saw Mary Ann there so we went yum cha for a bit since I'm waiting for Colin... waited waited waited... didn't show up...
Then after a bit I saw him... with another college friend... and they were walking to where he left the car. So I ran up to him to tell him that I've parked and that we're having drinks... so he and his friends came to join us... and there was this girl who tagged along. Fair, long haired, typical chinese girl with the whole cute-sy look... then she sat between him and his friend... she was pissing me off cuz she was flirting and playing the damsel in distress card on Colin. Then the waiter came to take our drinks order... and Colin ordered... and asked her what she wants... and she's like "Oh I don't know, I can't seem to decide," with the damn pouty lips and the helpless look... so Colin ordered for her... and then he BLOODY PLACED HIS ARM ON THE BACK OF HER CHAIR AND GAVE HER A PECK ON THE CHEEK!
Bloody heck I was so pissed and infuriated... and apparently everyone else at the table knew that something was going on and kept quiet... and he looked at me with the "What's up babe?" look... I poured my entire drink all over him and stormed off... and he didn't even bother to chase after me or call me back...
I woke up at 0700hrs with tears on my pillow....
My inner demon (insecurity) is really showing up now in my dreams... I need to do something about it
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Valentine's Day
So how was yours?
I'm not entirely a Valentine's Day kind of person, mainly because it's too commercialized. Don't you think it's ludicrous to charge that much for a bouquet of roses or a present or a dinner? It sucks to be a guy. I even told my puppy that.
To tell you the truth, I didn't encourage him to do anything special for Valentine's Day because of the whole commercialism thing. Can you imagine receiving the same mass produced bouquet of red roses everyone else is getting? Can you imagine receiving a huge plush teddy with I LOVE YOUs blatantly splashed all over it? Can you imagine getting all dressed up for a romantic dinner only to realize that the restaurant is packed with other couples and despite your reservation you have to wait "because it's Valentine's Day," ?
Mine was beyond my expectations. Fair to say I was disappointed.
Our first Valentine's Day together and the day just passed - just like that.
At the end of the day, I'm still a girl. A small surprise to show that you remember and you care enough to do something for me on Valentine's Day would suffice.
I'm not entirely a Valentine's Day kind of person, mainly because it's too commercialized. Don't you think it's ludicrous to charge that much for a bouquet of roses or a present or a dinner? It sucks to be a guy. I even told my puppy that.
To tell you the truth, I didn't encourage him to do anything special for Valentine's Day because of the whole commercialism thing. Can you imagine receiving the same mass produced bouquet of red roses everyone else is getting? Can you imagine receiving a huge plush teddy with I LOVE YOUs blatantly splashed all over it? Can you imagine getting all dressed up for a romantic dinner only to realize that the restaurant is packed with other couples and despite your reservation you have to wait "because it's Valentine's Day," ?
Mine was beyond my expectations. Fair to say I was disappointed.
Our first Valentine's Day together and the day just passed - just like that.
At the end of the day, I'm still a girl. A small surprise to show that you remember and you care enough to do something for me on Valentine's Day would suffice.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Bah, humbug!
For the first time in weeks... since slightly before Christmas, I had barely had a weekend to sleep in. Was rushing around because of Christmas, weddings, engagements, hen's nights, my new job and also Megu's visit.
For the first time in days... I don't have to actually wake up when my alarm rings and instead of hitting the snooze button and wishing that I can just go back to sleep, I'm bloody wide awake at 7am on a Saturday morning...
Bah....
For the first time in days... I don't have to actually wake up when my alarm rings and instead of hitting the snooze button and wishing that I can just go back to sleep, I'm bloody wide awake at 7am on a Saturday morning...
Bah....
Friday, October 24, 2008
effing pissed
Before I actually go on with the story... these are some random thoughts going on in my mind. Granted that it's mainly about him. Yes, YOU.
Andy and I, finito. I give up. With the whole "I wanna work things out," and all that effing nonsense, I have had enough of it. I've had it for eight bloody years and you know what, if it didn't work out then it's not going to work out now and frankly, I can't take it any more. Who am I trying to kid?
Then when a door closes, another opens. I know it's corny but it does happen.
I am now in a very new relationship and I am utterly happy being with him. He is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met on earth and being with him is just.... makes me speechless. We've been together for almost a month now and I'm telling you, time flies when you're having fun.
He's currently back in university studying sound and music production.
Unfortunately for him, I am effing pissed at him right now. Why you ask? Because of something he did which was incredibly disrespectful.
Call me sensitive or whatever it is... read on and tell me if I'm being unreasonable.
So this is what happened.
Last Sunday before he left for KL, he told me that he would drive me for my interview on Thursday and that we'll meet up at Maria's for lunch. After that we could go traipsing around at the mall.
Then on Monday when he's back in KL... all of a sudden he goes berserk because he JUST got a reminder that he has to pick up a friend from the airport who by the way will be flying in from overseas ON Thursday itself. Coincidence. Oh well, so I graciously told him to go ahead with his plans since he had committed to it much earlier anyways. Besides, I totally understand. Also I wouldn't want him to interfere with my life with my friends anyways.
Halfway thru our conversation, he tells me that she's a producer of a show on a music channel... then the green eyed monster hit me saying "Oooh his friend is a she..."
Few weeks before, he had mentioned that he has a friend who is producer and that the friend was interested in using one of his compositions for the music in one of the many programs. So I thought, okay.... shouldn't be anything to worry about.
After that he kept going ON and on about how sorry he is and how sad he is that I'll be doing this by myself and all that nonsense. Then he's all like "Oh I shouldn't have committed to my friend, oh I wish I didn't..." and I wasn't in the mood to bother. I had a job interview to prep for. So I told him it's fine, don't worry about it and that I'll give him a call after and we'll catch up if he's free.
So my interview ended at 6.30pm and I had already called Mary because I really wanted to meet up with her for dinner. We made plans to meet up at 1U at 7.30pm if there's no jam because it was after office hours and if there was one, most likely I'll be stuck in it. If there was a jam, I was to call her and cancel our dinner plans because I didn't want to get home too late at night.
Then I texted him telling him that I'm done and I'm on my way to meet up with Mary if there's no jam. He replies "Sorry sweetheart but I'm a bit tied up here... I guess I'll just have to catch you when I get home tomorrow :("
Eff that.... heck I wanted to meet Mary more than I wanted to meet up with him anyways.
Surprisingly there was NO jam at all and I reached 1U at 7pm, so I did a spot of shopping while waiting for Mary.
When she turned up, the teasing started. He had good timing, because the moment Mary got into teasing, he chose that moment to call me.
So Mary and I got to talking about why he wasn't around and she asked "So? She's a producer big deal... can't we all meet her and have dinner together? What's the big deal?"
That thought had been running through my mind the entire day. What was the big deal? Why couldn't we all hang out.
And I'm like "Yeah, I don't get him. I don't mind that he's made earlier plans with his friends but my point is that, I'm effing here and I deliberately chose the day where he has no classes AND I'm literally 15 mins away. Why can't he just bloody come out to have dinner?"
The conversation went on and on. I rationnalize and gave him the benefit of the doubt - she IS his college friend and they're both in the same industry, they probably wanna catch up and have a good laugh. That and I should learn to trust people and have some faith in humanity
Because NOT everyone is a cheating scumbag.
So after dinner, Mary walked me to my car and I hit the highway. I texted him along the way to tlet him know that I was on my way home. Then after a couple of texts, he tells me that she's bunking over tonight "friend is bunking over and busy playing games on desktop, I'm using the notebook,"
Bloody heck. Here I am, driving at 75mph on the effing highway at 10.30pm and he chooses THEN to tell me that she is bunking over????
He effing had the entire day to bloody tell me over the bajillion texts and during the phone calls but he chooses the time when I'm on my way home in the midst of darkness and the bright lights of on coming cars shining in my eyes to tell me. Bloody hell.
I couldn't reply his text. But after mulling on the drive AGAIN I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He has always been a gentleman, a respectful guy. He'll probably bunk on the couch or she'll bunk on his couch...
I was pretty pissed that the moment I got home, I didn't want to tell him that I was home. But then I didn't want him to worry, I mean I know I'm effing pissed BUT doesn't mean that I should let him worry about my safety.
Yes, I know I put myself in his shoes a shit load more than I put myself in shoes... or his in my shoes.
So I IMed him. He was on "Away" and there was no answer on his private IM account (I'm the only one on it) so I thought "Fuck that... I'm gonna go shower,"
Turns out he had texted me but I didn't hear it and only saw the text after I got out of the shower. "Bunny, are you home yet? I'm out eating btw,"
Being the pissed off girlfriend. I replied "Bunny has collapsed," (Yes that's me throwing a fit, I never make a scene because it's degrading and if he doesn't get that I'm pissed after a few times, fuck that... he can take a hike)
He replied me saying that he's very tired himself and that he's on his way home now and he'll probably collapse too.
Then he got home and IMed me
I was TOO worked up to sleep. I was wide awake but bloody tired. I kept tossing and turning. Then when I finally got to sleeping, I was woken up by the sound of a million IM alerts pinging at 5am.
He had punched her in his sleep.... HE PUNCHED HER IN HIS SLEEP. That bloody means they were fucking sleeping in the same bed! Can you even imagine how pissed I am. It was bad enough that I was bloody tired and worked up and he wakes me up at 5am to tell me that?!
He kept going on and on about how he cocked his fist back and took a hard swing at her as if it was really funny. I mean come on... it was 5am for crying out loud. (Btw the horse dream was where he shoved a black stallion that was sleeping on his bed)
Then after he was done talking about it, he asked me how my trip was.
I had to keep my cool. Either that or I'd lash out at him like some crazed emotionally unstable woman. Which is why I never make a scene. It's not worth it. But I also think that I was partly numb from the exhaustion and lack of sleep that I couldn't be bothered to lash out at him or be taht all pissed that he was sleeping in the same bed with another woman.
He kept rambling, and I couldn't take it any more...
So, I asked him to get back into bed with the girl. I couldn't care too much. What was done is done. If they were doing it then fine... they can just bloody do it again.
I know it's crazy but I know him. He wouldn't do it. But thoughts like these are the first ones that run thru your mind when a situation like that happens. I am female after all.
I didn't come this far and stick my neck out so much in this much disapproved relationship to be taken down by one setback like this.
Thing is, knowing the person that he is, he doesn't realize that what he did wasn't right. To him it was just his old friend bunking over. I mean how would he feel if I had done the same thing?
Granted that she is a very close friend and all, how would he feel if my old friend came over and bunked on the same bed as me? I know I trust him but just the thought of it is... bloody annoying.
I mean, seriously......
I sometimes seriously dislike being in a relationship because of all these stuff that I need to go through. The green eyed monster in me makes me an insanely jealous and intensely possesive person.
I am in a frame of mind where I want to scream and yell at him for being so bloody disrepectful, especially since he's the one who started telling people that we are dating.
I mean, at least have the bloody effing courtesy or decency to tell me that your friend is gonna be coming over and you guys wanna hang out and catch up and that she'll be bunking over. I don't mind. I seriously don't. Either that or just keep your bloody trap shut and never let me find out.
And throughout the entire day he kept texting me to tell me to be careful and that he misses me. Fuck. If you really did miss me, you would at least make the bloody effort to come out and see me even for a little bit.
Fuck it all, I'm ranting because I'm bloody effing pissed.
Andy and I, finito. I give up. With the whole "I wanna work things out," and all that effing nonsense, I have had enough of it. I've had it for eight bloody years and you know what, if it didn't work out then it's not going to work out now and frankly, I can't take it any more. Who am I trying to kid?
Then when a door closes, another opens. I know it's corny but it does happen.
I am now in a very new relationship and I am utterly happy being with him. He is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met on earth and being with him is just.... makes me speechless. We've been together for almost a month now and I'm telling you, time flies when you're having fun.
He's currently back in university studying sound and music production.
Unfortunately for him, I am effing pissed at him right now. Why you ask? Because of something he did which was incredibly disrespectful.
Call me sensitive or whatever it is... read on and tell me if I'm being unreasonable.
So this is what happened.
Last Sunday before he left for KL, he told me that he would drive me for my interview on Thursday and that we'll meet up at Maria's for lunch. After that we could go traipsing around at the mall.
Then on Monday when he's back in KL... all of a sudden he goes berserk because he JUST got a reminder that he has to pick up a friend from the airport who by the way will be flying in from overseas ON Thursday itself. Coincidence. Oh well, so I graciously told him to go ahead with his plans since he had committed to it much earlier anyways. Besides, I totally understand. Also I wouldn't want him to interfere with my life with my friends anyways.
Halfway thru our conversation, he tells me that she's a producer of a show on a music channel... then the green eyed monster hit me saying "Oooh his friend is a she..."
Few weeks before, he had mentioned that he has a friend who is producer and that the friend was interested in using one of his compositions for the music in one of the many programs. So I thought, okay.... shouldn't be anything to worry about.
After that he kept going ON and on about how sorry he is and how sad he is that I'll be doing this by myself and all that nonsense. Then he's all like "Oh I shouldn't have committed to my friend, oh I wish I didn't..." and I wasn't in the mood to bother. I had a job interview to prep for. So I told him it's fine, don't worry about it and that I'll give him a call after and we'll catch up if he's free.
So my interview ended at 6.30pm and I had already called Mary because I really wanted to meet up with her for dinner. We made plans to meet up at 1U at 7.30pm if there's no jam because it was after office hours and if there was one, most likely I'll be stuck in it. If there was a jam, I was to call her and cancel our dinner plans because I didn't want to get home too late at night.
Then I texted him telling him that I'm done and I'm on my way to meet up with Mary if there's no jam. He replies "Sorry sweetheart but I'm a bit tied up here... I guess I'll just have to catch you when I get home tomorrow :("
Eff that.... heck I wanted to meet Mary more than I wanted to meet up with him anyways.
Surprisingly there was NO jam at all and I reached 1U at 7pm, so I did a spot of shopping while waiting for Mary.
When she turned up, the teasing started. He had good timing, because the moment Mary got into teasing, he chose that moment to call me.
So Mary and I got to talking about why he wasn't around and she asked "So? She's a producer big deal... can't we all meet her and have dinner together? What's the big deal?"
That thought had been running through my mind the entire day. What was the big deal? Why couldn't we all hang out.
And I'm like "Yeah, I don't get him. I don't mind that he's made earlier plans with his friends but my point is that, I'm effing here and I deliberately chose the day where he has no classes AND I'm literally 15 mins away. Why can't he just bloody come out to have dinner?"
The conversation went on and on. I rationnalize and gave him the benefit of the doubt - she IS his college friend and they're both in the same industry, they probably wanna catch up and have a good laugh. That and I should learn to trust people and have some faith in humanity
Because NOT everyone is a cheating scumbag.
So after dinner, Mary walked me to my car and I hit the highway. I texted him along the way to tlet him know that I was on my way home. Then after a couple of texts, he tells me that she's bunking over tonight "friend is bunking over and busy playing games on desktop, I'm using the notebook,"
Bloody heck. Here I am, driving at 75mph on the effing highway at 10.30pm and he chooses THEN to tell me that she is bunking over????
He effing had the entire day to bloody tell me over the bajillion texts and during the phone calls but he chooses the time when I'm on my way home in the midst of darkness and the bright lights of on coming cars shining in my eyes to tell me. Bloody hell.
I couldn't reply his text. But after mulling on the drive AGAIN I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He has always been a gentleman, a respectful guy. He'll probably bunk on the couch or she'll bunk on his couch...
I was pretty pissed that the moment I got home, I didn't want to tell him that I was home. But then I didn't want him to worry, I mean I know I'm effing pissed BUT doesn't mean that I should let him worry about my safety.
Yes, I know I put myself in his shoes a shit load more than I put myself in shoes... or his in my shoes.
So I IMed him. He was on "Away" and there was no answer on his private IM account (I'm the only one on it) so I thought "Fuck that... I'm gonna go shower,"
Turns out he had texted me but I didn't hear it and only saw the text after I got out of the shower. "Bunny, are you home yet? I'm out eating btw,"
Being the pissed off girlfriend. I replied "Bunny has collapsed," (Yes that's me throwing a fit, I never make a scene because it's degrading and if he doesn't get that I'm pissed after a few times, fuck that... he can take a hike)
He replied me saying that he's very tired himself and that he's on his way home now and he'll probably collapse too.
Then he got home and IMed me
He says:
me tooo
He says:
*muah
He says:
i'm gonna collapse as well
He says:
gnite sweetie
He says:
sweet dreams
me tooo
He says:
*muah
He says:
i'm gonna collapse as well
He says:
gnite sweetie
He says:
sweet dreams
I was TOO worked up to sleep. I was wide awake but bloody tired. I kept tossing and turning. Then when I finally got to sleeping, I was woken up by the sound of a million IM alerts pinging at 5am.
He says:
hi baby bunny..
He says:
i had another weird dream
He says:
my poor friend became a victim though
He says:
haha
He says:
i got so annoyed in the dream that i made a punch, and it manifested in real life. i punched my friend in the back of the head.
He says:
i had to get up.. in fear i'll doze back off into the same dream...
hi baby bunny..
He says:
i had another weird dream
He says:
my poor friend became a victim though
He says:
haha
He says:
i got so annoyed in the dream that i made a punch, and it manifested in real life. i punched my friend in the back of the head.
He says:
i had to get up.. in fear i'll doze back off into the same dream...
He had punched her in his sleep.... HE PUNCHED HER IN HIS SLEEP. That bloody means they were fucking sleeping in the same bed! Can you even imagine how pissed I am. It was bad enough that I was bloody tired and worked up and he wakes me up at 5am to tell me that?!
He says:
anyway, will see you later this evening. yay.
He says:
take care. *muah
I say:
you woke me up
He says:
*snuggles*
He says:
sorry to have waken you
I say:
you punched her in the head?
He says:
yeah
I say:
didn't she wake up?
He says:
she did
He says:
haha
I say:
Goodness
He says:
she was like WTF?!
I say:
did you punch her hard?
He says:
yeah. stupid annoying little girls were annoying me and mocking me in my dream and i got so angry i lashed out
He says:
and i swung in real life
He says:
and whacked my friend
He says:
i think it was quite hard...
I say:
good lord.......
I say:
you're a dangerous person to sleep with
He says:
:(
He says:
i got issues.
I say:
lucky you didn't kick her off the bed or something
He says:
haha
He says:
yeah
He says:
imagine if i had that horse dream
He says:
haha
anyway, will see you later this evening. yay.
He says:
take care. *muah
I say:
you woke me up
He says:
*snuggles*
He says:
sorry to have waken you
I say:
you punched her in the head?
He says:
yeah
I say:
didn't she wake up?
He says:
she did
He says:
haha
I say:
Goodness
He says:
she was like WTF?!
I say:
did you punch her hard?
He says:
yeah. stupid annoying little girls were annoying me and mocking me in my dream and i got so angry i lashed out
He says:
and i swung in real life
He says:
and whacked my friend
He says:
i think it was quite hard...
I say:
good lord.......
I say:
you're a dangerous person to sleep with
He says:
:(
He says:
i got issues.
I say:
lucky you didn't kick her off the bed or something
He says:
haha
He says:
yeah
He says:
imagine if i had that horse dream
He says:
haha
He kept going on and on about how he cocked his fist back and took a hard swing at her as if it was really funny. I mean come on... it was 5am for crying out loud. (Btw the horse dream was where he shoved a black stallion that was sleeping on his bed)
Then after he was done talking about it, he asked me how my trip was.
I say:
the moment my head touched the pillow my eyes closed
He says:
i did the same after i came home from food
He says:
plonked and zonked
I say:
what did you eat
He says:
then 3 hours later I punched my friend
He says:
haha
He says:
*doosh*
I say:
You didn't let the food digest properly
He says:
yeah
I say:
see what happens when you don’t?
He says:
thats what she said
I say:
you're not sleeping next to me
He says:
"who asked you sleep so fast after eating?!"
the moment my head touched the pillow my eyes closed
He says:
i did the same after i came home from food
He says:
plonked and zonked
I say:
what did you eat
He says:
then 3 hours later I punched my friend
He says:
haha
He says:
*doosh*
I say:
You didn't let the food digest properly
He says:
yeah
I say:
see what happens when you don’t?
He says:
thats what she said
I say:
you're not sleeping next to me
He says:
"who asked you sleep so fast after eating?!"
I had to keep my cool. Either that or I'd lash out at him like some crazed emotionally unstable woman. Which is why I never make a scene. It's not worth it. But I also think that I was partly numb from the exhaustion and lack of sleep that I couldn't be bothered to lash out at him or be taht all pissed that he was sleeping in the same bed with another woman.
He kept rambling, and I couldn't take it any more...
I say:
hun...go back to sleep
I say:
you're rambling....
He says:
yeh
He says:
*muah
He says:
sorry sweets
I say:
it's okay
He says:
I'm off then.
I say:
:)
He says:
*muah
He says:
sorry
He says:
But I miss you :(
I say:
it's okay
I say:
you can go on rambling if you want
He says:
We didn’t talk the whole day
He says:
:(
I say:
what do you mean we didn’t talk the whole day
I say:
We texted
He says:
haha
I say:
then you called during dinner time
He says:
ok ok
I say:
just probably not enough :P
I say:
Hahahaha
He says:
not enough
He says:
yeah
He says:
:P
He says:
ok
He says:
lets get back to sleep before the sun rises
hun...go back to sleep
I say:
you're rambling....
He says:
yeh
He says:
*muah
He says:
sorry sweets
I say:
it's okay
He says:
I'm off then.
I say:
:)
He says:
*muah
He says:
sorry
He says:
But I miss you :(
I say:
it's okay
I say:
you can go on rambling if you want
He says:
We didn’t talk the whole day
He says:
:(
I say:
what do you mean we didn’t talk the whole day
I say:
We texted
He says:
haha
I say:
then you called during dinner time
He says:
ok ok
I say:
just probably not enough :P
I say:
Hahahaha
He says:
not enough
He says:
yeah
He says:
:P
He says:
ok
He says:
lets get back to sleep before the sun rises
So, I asked him to get back into bed with the girl. I couldn't care too much. What was done is done. If they were doing it then fine... they can just bloody do it again.
I know it's crazy but I know him. He wouldn't do it. But thoughts like these are the first ones that run thru your mind when a situation like that happens. I am female after all.
I didn't come this far and stick my neck out so much in this much disapproved relationship to be taken down by one setback like this.
Thing is, knowing the person that he is, he doesn't realize that what he did wasn't right. To him it was just his old friend bunking over. I mean how would he feel if I had done the same thing?
Granted that she is a very close friend and all, how would he feel if my old friend came over and bunked on the same bed as me? I know I trust him but just the thought of it is... bloody annoying.
I mean, seriously......
I sometimes seriously dislike being in a relationship because of all these stuff that I need to go through. The green eyed monster in me makes me an insanely jealous and intensely possesive person.
I am in a frame of mind where I want to scream and yell at him for being so bloody disrepectful, especially since he's the one who started telling people that we are dating.
I mean, at least have the bloody effing courtesy or decency to tell me that your friend is gonna be coming over and you guys wanna hang out and catch up and that she'll be bunking over. I don't mind. I seriously don't. Either that or just keep your bloody trap shut and never let me find out.
And throughout the entire day he kept texting me to tell me to be careful and that he misses me. Fuck. If you really did miss me, you would at least make the bloody effort to come out and see me even for a little bit.
Fuck it all, I'm ranting because I'm bloody effing pissed.
Friday, June 20, 2008
crappy english
You know why I became a teacher in the first place. Partly was for the flexible time and the good money. The other was because I couldn't comprehend why, people didn't speak or write English properly considering that EVERYONE in this country has gone through years of English class in school.
I received this email the other day and I couldn't stop laughing at it. It just seemed SO amusing to see that these people who started the email in the first place was SO adamant on warning people about this "Cheating Group" but couldn't be bothered to write it properly in the first place. I mean, if you're no good in English, bloody write it in another language then. Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese... whatever rocks your boat.
Which also brings me to another point. Why do these people have all these information on this "Cheating Group" anyways? Like their photographs, their names, age, origins... like what do these people (the senders of the email) actually do? And if they were 'cheated' by these people... I am speechless. In this time and day you should KNOW better than to just trust strangers. Yes call me skeptical. Say that I have lost faith in mankind and trust and all that jazz. Yes I have. In a way, but not completely.
It's just that you have learnt as a child, not to simply believe people, especially strangers because they may do harm to you. Everyone is guilty until proven innocent. It's true. I should know... I fib ALL the time :P In fact I'm pretty good at it.
Anyhoo, have a read... and should you be one of those less skeptical kind of people. Please... be aware of this "Cheating Group" and let all your loved ones know NOT to borrow anything from them!
I received this email the other day and I couldn't stop laughing at it. It just seemed SO amusing to see that these people who started the email in the first place was SO adamant on warning people about this "Cheating Group" but couldn't be bothered to write it properly in the first place. I mean, if you're no good in English, bloody write it in another language then. Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese... whatever rocks your boat.
Which also brings me to another point. Why do these people have all these information on this "Cheating Group" anyways? Like their photographs, their names, age, origins... like what do these people (the senders of the email) actually do? And if they were 'cheated' by these people... I am speechless. In this time and day you should KNOW better than to just trust strangers. Yes call me skeptical. Say that I have lost faith in mankind and trust and all that jazz. Yes I have. In a way, but not completely.
It's just that you have learnt as a child, not to simply believe people, especially strangers because they may do harm to you. Everyone is guilty until proven innocent. It's true. I should know... I fib ALL the time :P In fact I'm pretty good at it.
Anyhoo, have a read... and should you be one of those less skeptical kind of people. Please... be aware of this "Cheating Group" and let all your loved ones know NOT to borrow anything from them!
BEWARE OF THEM!!! THEY ARE CHEATING GROUP!!!
THEY ARE A FOREX ( FOREIGN EXCHANGE ) INVESTMENT COMPANY AGENCY, THEY ARE CHEATING A LOTS OF PEOPLE FROM ALOR SETAR, KEDAH. NOW, THEY ARE RUN AWAY FROM KEDAH, EXPECTATION THEY ARE CHEATING PEOPLE MINIMUM RM300'000!!! PLEASE DO FORWARD TO ALL OF YOUR FRIEND, DON'T LET ANYONE TO BEEN CHEAT BY THEM AGAIN!!!!
HEAD : EDDIE NG ( 26 YEARS OLD ) PENANG
IRVINE WONG KOK LAM ( 26 YEARS OLD ) ALOR SETAR
TAN LEE SA ( 29 YEARS OLD ) ALOR SETAR
PLEASE FORWARD TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS IF YOU DONT HOPE ANYONE BEEN CHEAT AGAIN BY THEM!!! THANKS
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