When someone you love so much morphs into someone you don't know (read: monster), you shudder and wonder if you ever really knew the person. That's what I'm suffering from now: post-traumatic stress disorder or PTSD. No love left, just shock. Ok maybe I'm exaggerating the PTSD part, but I really don't know how else to describe it. At first, just to comfort myself that I couldn't have been so stupid, I wanted to keep The Box. The old shoe box that kept all the letters and cards that he so endearingly penned to me - up till the year 2004. Even all the fading ticket stubs to Mayday concerts, jazz performances and movies that we attended together. I thought, perhaps if I kept The Box, I could remember him as I first knew him. Then I wouldn't chide myself for being so damn stupid for missing out the blindspots. But two nights ago, I decided that I would be even more damn stupid to kid myself further. So, The Box went to the dumpster. Hey, guess what, being the sentimental freak that I am, I still keep another box, of things belonging to the first boyfriend. Why? Because those memories are still worth keeping despite the breakup. Not The Box though. And one more thing, I made sure to take out my Mayday ticket stubs first. Mayday rox, forever! :)
Monday, April 30, 2007
I'm not a sentimental freak this time
When someone you love so much morphs into someone you don't know (read: monster), you shudder and wonder if you ever really knew the person. That's what I'm suffering from now: post-traumatic stress disorder or PTSD. No love left, just shock. Ok maybe I'm exaggerating the PTSD part, but I really don't know how else to describe it. At first, just to comfort myself that I couldn't have been so stupid, I wanted to keep The Box. The old shoe box that kept all the letters and cards that he so endearingly penned to me - up till the year 2004. Even all the fading ticket stubs to Mayday concerts, jazz performances and movies that we attended together. I thought, perhaps if I kept The Box, I could remember him as I first knew him. Then I wouldn't chide myself for being so damn stupid for missing out the blindspots. But two nights ago, I decided that I would be even more damn stupid to kid myself further. So, The Box went to the dumpster. Hey, guess what, being the sentimental freak that I am, I still keep another box, of things belonging to the first boyfriend. Why? Because those memories are still worth keeping despite the breakup. Not The Box though. And one more thing, I made sure to take out my Mayday ticket stubs first. Mayday rox, forever! :)
Monday, April 23, 2007
TAF on them
Did you know that secondary school students in the TAF (Trim and Fit) Programme go for runs in their school uniform, not their PE attire???
Every Thursday, I approach XXX Secondary School as these plus-sized teenagers huff and puff their way around the school. The girls are wearing skirts and the boys, trousers. How come like dat ah? Why no need to change into PE attire? Not hot ah?
Strange. But what a funny sight it is!
Every Thursday, I approach XXX Secondary School as these plus-sized teenagers huff and puff their way around the school. The girls are wearing skirts and the boys, trousers. How come like dat ah? Why no need to change into PE attire? Not hot ah?
Strange. But what a funny sight it is!
Saturday, April 14, 2007
F
F is for Fresh Start.Collected my mobile phone from the Nokia Care Centre a few days back. With the repair came along a wipeout of everything in the phone memory - photos, contact numbers, SMSes and all. Funny how I did feel sad about it, but at the same time a big part of me also couldn't care less. I'll just shoot new photos, key in new contact numbers and receive new SMSes. When I said bye, I was more ready to move on than I knew. Thank you, Lord.
R.I.P ~ 06/12/01 to 06/04/07
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