Here We Go...

Mandatory birthday post, since I've already been actively posting almost every other day.


Well? Many people wish me a great day, having a blast and all...


All I can foresee are the 3 days off from work filled with chores and re-organising a broken paradise.


Sigh. I think, I've vented enough, that I've already ran out of steam. I have nothing much to say, so what should I blog about from now on?


Here's to another year, with not much in the horizon. I really smile and laugh too much, with this deeprooted sense of loss the whole time. I wonder why? Sigh. Take care, dear one. *blows a kiss*

Sick & Not looking forward to Sunday

Augh... I'm falling sick, my head feels stuffy, my nose is blocked, my whole body feels like it's in a buzzing warmer, and I miss TinkyWinks so so much.


I need to take out my camera again. Haven't seen myself being alive for so very long now.


Here's to the first of my birthdays without Him.


Only perks? I'm off from Sunday til Tuesday and all day long, this tune plays in my cottonwool head.

Carcrash

Looking back through so many old photos and all the good times we had together with our friends, I really wonder, how they feel watching us break up, and they just never said/did anything to help us solve our problems.


It's like watching a car crash ay? It's gruesome yet you can't stop staring and talking about it, and you're so glad it didn't happen to you.


Screw all you "friends" out there. You can never realise how much pain the both of us are going through. Instead you try to medicate him with girls, booze, parties and all that fluff. There's only so far you can push him, until he steps off the edge and falls and realises what I realise now - that true friends don't do that.


Ergh. Whatever.

My Second Horriblest Birthday

Last year, I thought my birthday couldn't get any worse. This year, I believe, it will prove me wrong.


I'm slowly losing all threads I have connected to him. He's already untagged himself from so many pics on FB so that he will not be associated with me anymore. I know, oneday, there will be NO pictures that I have together with him, and he will just be an unknown face, and I will be a whisper from the past.


This birthday, I wish, I could just have Tinky and him around for a whole day, just like we used to hang out together back then. But ah well, that's never going to happen.


A unHappy birthday to me, 27 years ago, Mom, you gave birth to a majorly useless monster of a heartbreaking, cheating daughter. Here's to living life without my penguin.

Still Can't Move On

Ever since I've been away from him, been secluded in my own little bubble, even then, there are people who like me and show it. I tell them straight away, I am a CHUM. Nothing else.


The weird ones, the rich ones, the cute ones, the smart ones, the quirky ones, the poor ones, the ultra-confident ones, the shy ones - have all come. But they can never measure up to HIM.


He has stolen my heart.