First.

Never thought she'll encounter someone whom she can view more as a life partner than romantic relation. Someone whom she can envision working together with, hand in hand, to solve whatever problems and issues there might be. Someone whom she's willing to work out the differences with. Someone whom she didn't dismiss immediately and eventually, using the excuse of "You're just not what I'm looking for."

Never thought there will be a day when there's a person whom she can see a future with, building up something together. Someone who makes her feel settled and unafraid to give up flight. Someone who gives her enough courage to face the fear of giving a part of her. A commitment. A promise.

Someone she wants to have a life with.

Never thought that day will come. Never thought it'll happen with her. Well, there's a lot she never know is coming.

Just as dawn arises and dusk sets, life is a mere cycle. Repetitive? That is if you choose for it to be so. There's many routes and choices out there. You just have to take a leap of faith and embrace whatever hurting that might come with it. No pain, no gain. Very true.

Let go of control. Go with the flow. Crash and burn. Pick yourself up. Become a better individual. Life goes on despite all that.

Never though it'll ever be, but there's always a first.

This is a first. Her first.

Sad Sad Valentine

Received a basket of flowers early in the morning. Something that doesn't delight me very much. I hate receiving flowers. The only thing that comes to mind upon receiving flowers, is the fate of its imminent death.

Sigh.

Had dinner with Dex at Cosmo. A place I've grown to like, with clean white alfresco setting, and an awesome spot for people watching when the weather is great.

I love Mimosa!

Headed over to Double O after, where the night turned into a teary one. Missing Momo and feeling the hurt of the lost, ended up crying along the riverside with Benjamin being my pillar of support. Thank you Old Man Chan.

Not too far from us, a girl was crying her heart out as well. I can relate to her tears. Only a broken heart can cause tears to flow on a night as sweet as Valentine's. Thankfully for wonderful blessing in the form of friends, both the girl and I were not alone.

Went to the nearest convenient store to grab a packet of tissue, then headed back to the spot to give it to the girl. I hope she's feeling much better today. Nobody should shed tears of sorrow on Valentine's.

Nobody.

The heart will heal some day. And till then, let's walk on with our head held high.

=)

Deviation

Nature. I need the splendid touch of it. The garden and the lake. The luxury of lying on the grass with abandon. I miss Mill Point.

Life moves on. What's past is dust, what's to come is vague. Lies upon lies build a massive and impressive empire, but just as easily built, just as easily destroyed. Is there really any worth in holding such fort?

People come and go. They might be in for a season or a lifetime. For those who are just transitory passerby, be glad that our paths crossed. For those who are in it for the long haul, appreciation cannot be fleet. Use your heart always, when it comes to people. Human relationship should never be about profit or loss. Never the corporate structure.

Many forms of poison to numb the mind. Choose none of them. Learn to fight, for it makes you stronger. Evolution is vital. Survival of the fittest. Darwin.

Homo sapiens, I am one.

Elise, I shall become.

Back to basic my dear.

Back to basic.

Ravaged

From too much alcohol and late nights.

Time to detox.

Disgrace to Manhood

I was minding my business and making my way to the restroom when this guy grabbed my arm.


"What's your name?"

"Emma."

"Can I be your friend?"

"What for? And who are you anyway?"

"I'm with a bunch of friends over there. I've spotted you for a while."

"I don't want to be friends, and I need the restroom."

"Give me your number."


All the while, not letting go of my arm until my girls came rushing towards us, breaking the contact. Bless me.

After we returned to the table, he came over and demanded why was I so rude to him and wanted to continue whatever conversation he think is still left hanging. My girls cornered him and dealt with him. I couldn't be bothered.

In a nutshell, that faggot of a man demanded that we take things out as my girls knocked into him while rushing over to me outside the restroom. He insisted that he didn't approach me, and instead, I was the one who seduced him. In his very own words, he called us sluts.

Never have I been so angry with a man, and never have I tried so hard to control my urge to pick up the glass and shove it at him. I was clenching my teeth, with my hands balled into fists. What nerve he has to speak trash about us.

He wanted to apologise, trying to use the lame excuse of being drunk.


"Don't you fucking talk trash about me and then apologise, citing that you're drunk."

"When did I talk trash about you?"


The girls pulled him away. One of the guys wanted to get physical.

If he isn't the poster child of disgrace to manhood, then I don't know what is. Don't turn the table around when a woman rejects you, calling her a slut. You're a motherfucking piece of trash and the biggest faggot of a man. You should just castrate yourself. Asshole.

I'm so angry my eyeballs are hurting.

It is because of man like this which makes me hate men. It's either wimps or ass-wipes. Fucking ridiculous.

This past week has been filled with dramas, and I've been losing sleep.

Idiots.

Coffee Club

Chilling time with CS at Coffee Club at Clark Quay. Easy night out with great company and fabulous food. Everything is great when you have your best friend!

Recently I've been going crazy over Iced English Breakfast Tea, and nothing goes better with it than a little biscuit!

And I love spicy pasta! PASTA!!!

*slurp*

And my model of the night!

Presenting... Coffee Club's Beef Lasagne!

Best Friends Forever!

And of course, myself.

=)