"I got all the 150 Pokemon, including the Meow…"
"The Meow? Do you mean Meowth?"
"No, Meow, the predecessor of Meowtwo.."
Make up your mind people. 10 years ago I was told it was MEOW and now its MEW again.
On the photography front, it’s been rather low-key since Baybeats. Yours truely is making a Mizlike comeback though.
So now I stand before you a New Man, New Attitude, New Look, SAME MOUTH.
I’ve had an awakening as of late. I’ve got a long expired can of worms, and I’d figured its about time I open it up. The more I think about it, the more I feel that I should blog about it, for the benefit of everyone – to warn men about you, and to warn women not to be like you.
In a nutshell, I want to BITCH ABOUT MY EX LAH. I have every reason to, since she shortchanged me a good 3-4 months of my life.
For a start, ever since I confessed my little secret, I was no longer that church-going, alcohol-abstaining, smoke-shunning, goody-two-shoes that she imagined me to be.
Subsequently, she was seeking flaw in everything I did. Gigs, comedies, wrestling, football, Gundams – it was always "don’t do so much of it" with her. Even my mom nagged less than she did.
Take all that photography, gigs, (sometimes seedy) humour and Gundams from Ivanified, and you have a pretty dull person. That’s why I feel shortchanged.
Come to think of it, shortchanged is an understatement – it’s FUCKING TOTALITARIAN. The only thing I didn’t have to do was to Nazi-salute her everytime we met.
One time after church she was soooooooo unhappy when I had to leave for this gig. I didn’t even ask her to go lor. (and she wouldn’t). Why was she the one complaining when I was the one getting sweaty and having my eardrums popped by loud music?
I suppose I was naive, very much so, to have put up with her antics for 4 months. I deserve an award for my endurance lor.
To sum it all, this excerpt from one of our online quarelling sessions in March pretty much sums up how I meant nothing to her.
She said:
"Machine. Not enough time. And I’m bad at sanding. Just sprained my finger."
I said:
"Oh icic. Take care ok."
She said:
"I mean its ok. Don’t have to be concerned"
She said:
"Actually don’t have to be concerned if u don’t intend to la. Its hard on both of us."
I said:
"Well I’m not forcing myself to be concerned. I was just hoping things wld be alright for u."
She said:
"I don’t know. If I were a friend I could do much better."
FWAH. EPIC WIN. 3 months and I’m not even in the friends zone. Good riddance.
And now that I’ve seen photos of her in leopard prince, even more so, GOOD GOOD RIDDANCE.
Am heaving an extended sigh of relief!
Ever since my meltdown with S, I’ve realised that love and relationships isn’t about balancing spreadsheets – it’s much more than a matter of who gives and who receives.
And then I tried to love unconditionally. It was so unconditional that some schmuck actually managed to barge into the void and wedge himself between me and her. The fact that he made his advances knowing that I was tied down by 2 weeks of reservist shows how much of a scheming bastard he is.
I never should have let you meet her, it was like delivering a lamb into a lions’ den, complete with a range of garnishes and Swarovski diningware. You made advances the moment you set eyes on her, didn’t you. Barely hours into meeting her you’ve got your paws round her body – What was that all about?
Anyway, it’s hard to love unconditionally. I told myself I had to but things didn’t really work out the way I wanted them to.
Somehow I was bowled over and assaulted by so many waves of awesomeness, that I’ve fallen head over heels.
How did we get here, when I used to know you so well.
Deep down inside I really want us to take this further.
But then again it’d be selfish of me to trouble you any further, and I’d really hate to lose you as a friend.
Do you see what we’ve done?
We’re gonna make such fools of ourselves.
唉。。。老实说，这场仗我是输定了。
为何输定呢?
由奸人所害。
此不是时候与奸人先生公开翻脸。
眼看我是输定了， 只要我不和你死坪或投降-
仍有东山再起的良机，可说这张胜券啊还是紧紧的握在我手中！
