Monday, February 14, 2011

this will be the last emo post, i promise

Hopefully. There aren't any guarantees in the world, is there?

Looking at my past posts, I've gotten so emo! I resolved to be more cheerful but somehow, tonight, I find it hard. I don't expect anyone to understand. So long I know what I'm feeling, that's all that matters to me.

Today is Valentine's Day. Last year, I couldn't spend it with my beloved because I was home in Msia and he was here in UK. This year, I didn't go home. Made sure to stay back, to celebrate days with him. But we had to have a major misunderstanding at the worst times.

Now, on Valentine's Day, I had dinner with some friends. The air is thick with love, of couples being affectionate with each other. I tried my best not to look. I tell everyone that I've accepted this curse, that I can never be with my beloved on Valentine's. Yea, laugh. "Awww, you poor thing!" But you don't know how it hurts inside. How lonely it feels to have a beloved, but at the same time, not to have one.

I am ok. Just a little sad. Why are we wasting precious time still holding on to this 'break' when time is trickling away swiftly? I am not sure that I am even able to extend my visa and have only a few months left Why must there be a Valentine's Day? It is so cruel to those single people, wishing for a partner; cruel to those who have just lost a loved one, cruel to those who had freshly broken up, cruel to those in long distance. Love should be a daily celebration. Why have this day to rub salt into injury?

I can't stand the smug look of those in a relationship and owning the day. Perhaps I am a little bitter and a little sad. Because, I am still waiting for a dream to come true, while others are celebrating theirs.


Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Dear God, why?

4th January 2011. Just received news that my dog is dying, suffering badly from cancer, blood all over, rotten flesh, barely able to move and eat, and she will be put to sleep to end her misery.

Dear God, WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????!!!!!!!!!


I don't know how much longer I can take this shit.

Monday, January 3, 2011

as i dance with the devil tonight...

2010 has come and gone. And every new year, or at least, the end of it, it has never failed to bring me heartache. I'm beginning to fear New Year celebrations. Is there such a thing as a new beginning?

31st December 2010. I got my heart broken 2 minutes before the clock struck midnight.

2nd January 2011. I received heart wrenching news.

3rd January 2011. I am struggling to live normally and put a smile on my face.

In my mind, I imagined that someone psycho is going to kill me. Funnily, I wasn't scared. I just laid on the ground and started laughing. And I prayed to God to forgive me. And I prayed for my brother to grow up and take care of my parents. And I closed my eyes. Then the whole thing ended. Funny, huh? I couldn't even imagine the ending to this story. Will the killer pause, and start crying with me? Or will I flame his anger, and he stabs me repeatedly?