Thursday, June 24, 2010

Stolen out of Jo.

This kinda sums up how I've been feeling since Cancer the Yardstick. Sometimes, someone interesting comes along but it always almost ends up with nothing really worth remembering and time just whizzes by like a blur.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

- Neil Gaiman

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Close encounters

Me: i had the weirdest dream yesterday
i was making out with a man with a stubble and things were getting hot
then i told him that i had to go to the loo
and i woke up went to the toilet

that was quite funny

Me: but the dream didn't continue! After I went back to bed.

A: damn he left

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I wish I could have met you 6 years ago. I wouldn't have been this fucked up.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Daily affirmation

Dear self, you will be able to do citations faster than anyone in the office as a former IS student, even though you might have 1001 other more things to do, you will prioritize your work and do well without crying like a child or falling into depression.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Don't change.

Toiletbrush is one of my favouritest friends. It was heartbreaking for me to see him saying the words,
"Soph, if I become a fucker, will you still be my friend?"
over a chick who played him out. I miss our innocence. We've been friends since secondary school and grew up together. Our friendship has stood the test of lovers, heartache (repeat), propping each other up, not limited to him coming as my movie date at work, giving me encouragement and affirmation. Thing is, Toiletbrush, we've been friends for so long, I can throw you all the disapproving glares and we could get pissed at each other but we'll still be friends. Still. Don't change.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Blonde ambition

Been wanting to go blonde for the longest time. The tough part is choosing the right shade to match fair azn skin.