What A J*rk

such a loser, such a j*rk.
You ask me to accompany you, to be there for you..but what did you do in return?
Nothing, you only think about yourself..

I hate you for doing that..and you know why I hate you even more?
it's because you don't feel guilty doing it.
you kept justifying all your lies and all your attitude.
well guess what..I'm disgusted by you...

Boyfriend is worst than a pet

--I'm still on the series of "The breaking up" posts.. :P

Having a boyfriend is like having a pet, even worse.
with pet you have to feed it, pet it, play with it, and throw away it's shit.
with boyfriend you have to eat together, play, hang out, and thrown away by his bullshit.
Ok, it's not exactly the same...but you get the idea.

It will take a lot of your time. It will make some noise. and it will bite you in the hand when it's moody or feeling unfulfilled.
With boyfriend, it will take the most of your time, make some noise and break you in the heart when you're moody or saying you're not satisfied.

It will leave you without any reason whatsoever.
Boyfriend will dump you without any reason whatsoever.

But boyfriend is worse, he will not coming back home when he's hungry.
he will stop looking for his owner--girlfriend.
and he most certainly will forget about you already when you still remembering him..

well, at least most pet is loyal...

little masochist

Most of the times I know, that you're bad for me. You'll always make me cry at the end, without warning or whatever.
Even when I'm at my lowest point, even when I told you I'm afraid that I'll never get up again, and even when I told you that you're my only hope, you never came. you never even care.
So why am I still doing the same thing over and over again. I hate myself for doing it.
When you left just like that, I always feel dysfunctional. That is not the way I'd like to feel about myself.
If you know who you are, then stay the hell away from me. you bring nothing but sadness, I should know better.
Now that I know, why am I haven't been able to let you go.
This is horrible....am I... a masochist?

Only in Singapore

Do you know? the national anthem of Singapore is called Majulah Singapura. something strange?
yes indeedy...it's in malay language or as I used to call it bahasa Indonesia (oh yes, haven't I told you that I'm a bit of nationalist and narcissist).
Even my team mate says, "not everybody could understand it"
hahaha..what a strange fact

Bad English

PS: Ok, please don't laugh..hehe. in my previous post I actually wrote it sister in law instead of brother in law. Someone is kind enough to told me my mistake. Thank you sweet pea... *wink wink
Hey you in the back...I said don't laugh!!

The one who farted

This past three days my mother has come to visited me in Singapore. I was very happy to see her again after a while. My mother came with my sister and my brother in law--oh gee my brother in law..brother in law...still not used to having one of that (brother in law of course, not sister).
Being a good host, I tried to take them on a little sightseeing around here, and what could be the best place for tourist other than Sentosa Island, right?
Other than the fact that I never been there, hence I don't know how to get there...going to Sentosa seem the perfect plan for me, perfect plan for disaster that is.
Shockingly enough, I managed to get there alive and whole. What a relieve for someone who used to get lost inside the cubicle thingy in my office --it's a maze I tell you, a MAZE!! Sigh, sometime it's just not easy to be small and cute(scratch that all you like), you cannot see beyond the cubicle bound. So that was a perfectly normal thing for me to get lost in my own office if I put it that way right? no? well...*grin
Well I wasn't lost and I live to tell that. We were having fun, and there is one attraction that really seems to gets me and my whole family. It's the song of the sea, it was incredibly Good. The old man beside me was also shock in awe as he make a loud noise of "ooh..." and "Wow.." and "Don't step on my foot!"-oops.. Yes, it was that good actually. Good...really good..
That was the fun part, for the not-so-fun part-or shall I say the not-so-fun fart(no pun intended), I also have a story. This was happening during the time my mother and I sit happily to wait for the show. We were chatting along when suddenly my mother do her signature pose of I-need-to-fart-badly sit.
My Beloved Mother (a.k.a MBM): --slowly changes the way she sit " ...."
Me: "ieuuu,,,mom...do U want to fart?"
MBM: --moment of silence here, and then smiling on relief
Me:"it Stinks....stink..." --automatically put my hand in my nose and start flapping my hand fan to make the air goes to her and only her *hey, it's only fair. I'm just returning it to the owner.
MBM:"hey, could u not put your hand in the nose?"
Me:--staring blankly as in "it stinks, i need some protection"
MBM:"People staring...they'll know I farted.."
Me:"..........."
I love my mother...and live to tell that

the dumper is oficially back to be the boyfriend

I don't think it could be any more obvious than the title...yes, I'm back again with him..
hopefully for good, though I'm not really sure now. Pretty much 50:50 if you ask me, but apparently I'm a masochist who love to throw my heart out in the open. there...there...take it please..take my precious heart...but please don't break it. :D