shifted

i have moved. you can find me at http://www.carthartic.wordpress.com

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i’m beginning to think that all my posts are about men and that i should get a life. haha. but hey. it’s my blog. i don’t talk about everything that’s going on in my life and i like the cathartic effect of writing. and yes, i do dramatise and go through men fairly quickly, no point them leading me on or me leading them on.

i hate it when it’s grey and things are uncertain. if there’s nothing then ok, chop chop, let’s move on. if there’s something then let me know. i need a hint or something. and haven’t i hinted enough? RARRRRrrr.

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Verbal Diarrhea

Call this a verbal diarrhea of sorts, since I’m already puking, and poo-ing like nobody’s business anyway. I might as well get this off my chest.

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Confused

I had a thing for you during our first semester in University, but I thought it was over.

I’ve had my share of boyfriends and you’ve had your girlfriends and yet here we are once again at square one, when you put your hand on mine yesterday.

No explanations, it was as if it never happened, or did it?

I thought I put all those emotions away, but they came back, didn’t they?

Now I’m so bloody confused I don’t even know what to do. Alright, I do know what to do, which is to pretend it didn’t happen and continue to chill out with you till you say something, if you say something. But I’m strung out by you once again. This is honestly not funny.  Argh. I swear I should become a nun.

I’m sorry my mom didn’t breed me as a materialistic person

I remember vividly one day, my ex pulled out a bottega wallet and proudly displayed it on the table.

“Guess what brand this is?”

Despite my ignorance on brands, my bestest friend showed me this once before, so I knew it was a bottega and answered as such.

“It’s 800 bucks!”

Ok that I didn’t know. I’m really not into branded goods.

So I whipped out my Pierre Cardin.

“Well mine’s a Pierre Cardin!”

Next time someone does that to me, I’m gonna whip out my current wallet and say, “Mine’s $4.50!”

Moving on.

14 July – the 100th day since my uncle’s demise. Rest in peace, uncle. I miss you and still wish I had more time with you.

the beautiful disaster that was you

It’s been exactly a year since I officially broke up.