Moved

I want an immaculate space, one that does not remind me of my younger days. And then again, that would mean removing the wrathful posts. I would very much prefer for them to stay up so I am leaving them here, and going. Catch me at my new place!

http://avoirdupois.blogspot.com

#46

I remember the night when you walked over, smiling brightly at me even though you had waited for me for nearly four hours. That very same night was the first time I had received a book with a hollow centre, one with its pages glued together. That night is one that I will never forget. That night was our first Thursday together.

It has been a long and arduous journey, and tonight marks our second hundredth Thursday together. It is also the 16th of the month, our forty-sixth 16th. We have been together for so long, and been through so much that I always speak of us as ancient. Thank you for standing with me through all these while, and making every Thursday and 16th count. I love you to the moon and back :')

Make It Through (Monday)

Happy Mother's Day

Words can't say what love can do. Thank you for standing tall through all those years, and thank you for helping me grow - making me who I am today. I love you, Lmz. I love you more than anything. Happy Mother's Day :')

You Ain't Woman Enough To Take My Man

You've come to tell me something

You say I ought to know

That he don't love me anymore

And I'll have to let him go

You say you're gonna take him

But I don't think you can

Cause you ain't woman enough

To take my man

Women like you, they're a dime a dozen

You can buy them anywhere

For you to get to him, I'd have to move over

And I'm gonna stand right here

Sometimes a man's caught looking

At things that he don't need

He took a second look at you

But he's in love with me

Well, I don't know where that leaves you

But I know where I stand

And you ain't woman enough

To take my man

Chanced upon this oldie on Facebook, and the title caught my eye. Some of my friends have asked what exactly happened to my man and I in August, and my reply would always be, "It's too long a story for me to repeat." So here we go, and this is the part where the girl bit off more than she could chew.

Picture above shows a screenshot of my man and my conversation at that point of time, obviously not sent by my man. Why? Because I had asked for him (a long time ago) to type in proper English so that I can correct him if need be, and person in said conversation could not even spell the word 'you'. It was a pain to have to see her struggle with the BB9900's keyboard throughout her part of our conversation. Moreover, it seems as though she was more than just enthusiastic to send that reply to my statement, such that she forgot about her punctuations. If you want to pretend to be someone, do it properly. Tut tut.

Picture below is her explanation for said conversation above.

I have no idea what her point of 'get back at u' was about, but I am guessing that she was referring to this...

And I am also guessing that she was not very happy with me for telling her (while she was pretending to be my man) that he thinks she is ugly. ^^

Sucks to be you, my dear.

Word.

Misery Business

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change

Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change

And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged

I'm sorry honey, but I passed it up, now look this way!

Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you

Looking as innocent as possible to get to who,

They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right

Well, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!

This. Is my favourite song of all time.

Sick

One bad thing about never or seldom falling sick is that when you do, you have absolutely no idea what to do. Sore throat is my nemesis. Whenever I do get it, my body will fail me in every way. Therefore, every single time I feel as though my throat is about to get irritated, I will do whatever I can to make the horrible feeling go away.

Today, I did the same. I woke up and finished a can of Coke within 5 minutes. Let's just say that Coke is my solace, and this is a story for another time. Waited for my man to reach, and finished the bottle of honey lemon that he had gotten for me and we had a light breakfast at home. He persuaded me to take a rest before wrapping me up into a cocoon with my duvet and proceeded to sayang me to sleep. My poor man was almost sick with worry, but he took care of me well :') Thank you, my man!

Right now, my only concern is that there is one last can of Coke residing in my fridge. I must ration it, and use it sparingly. And also....... FEVER, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THIS A PARTY.

Conversation

Me: What is the worst thing that can happen to you if you don't wear tights for your match? 

Him: Hmm. No underwear to wear after the match! HAHAHA

I will never get sick of this man ♥.♥

Ego

This week, I have asked my man to try and do some damage control of his own. Meaning, requesting for some of the photos taken with his classmate to be removed on Facebook.

But then again, why bother? My man is not tagged in the photos and.....since she looks like that, I should not be worried about others seeing the photos. Haha. Peace out.

Last Week of April

Live, and let live.

Life has been good. My man's summer break has just started, and we have been spending almost all of our time together. Of course, I am referring to whatever amount of time I have left - the seconds that do not involve thinking about how our cervical joints glide or rotate when we move our necks, minutes that I have NOT to run from FYP meetings to lectures, hours that do not bind me to my chair in lectures or those that I have spent in front of my laptop, doing research and studying for the exams so neatly slotted in between clinicals that I will never have the time to study for.

I have enough time for revision and to prepare for upcoming lessons, more than enough time to spend with my man now that he is not rendered busy-beyond-hope by his design school, and more than enough money from Pops to survive the week with my life givers 2016 miles away from me for a holiday......

On a side note, my man and I had caught a Thailand horror movie on Friday night with my brother. It has been a while since I last watched a decent horror movie. We got ourselves Garrett popcorn, stuffed ourselves silly with Subway (the boyfriend finished a foot-long on his own at close to 10pm), and drank enough Coke to keep ourselves high for the night.

Before what that had happened, these would never have been possible. I would never be able to force anything other than water down my throat after 8pm, or to watch a movie during a school week without feeling like I am going to have to survive without sleep for the next few days. I must admit that I was too harsh on my man and I before everything. Me, on having to spend every conscious minute studying or I would think that I will flunk all of my tests, and him, having to tolerate me and my outbursts when I bend my own rules. We had our issues. Him lying, me getting angry, me getting worried about when he will lie again, me getting uptight whenever something seemed amiss.....everything. They all happened for a reason. I have finally come to terms with that, and I am glad. Even more so, that said issues are not our issues anymore.

Life is good.

Richer

I eat like a boy.

Title is a sentence that I insert into Description on every social networking sites in the past. You can still find it in some of my accounts.

I remember my brother's shock during one of our weekend dinners. It was one of those nights when hunger took over, and nothing could stop me from eating my fill.

"The sentence on Twitter you had used to describe yourself....I eat like a boy? I had never understood what it meant. Now, I do. YOU EAT LIKE A GIANT!"

Today, said brother could not stop but jest that I will be obese when I get older. What sucks more is having my mother join in and adding "Even if you do not eat rice, the amount of food you eat is nuts!" You would think that nothing can beat this.....but my Mom just had to say "You will reach your Dad's size, I'm sure." As if on cue, Pops turned over to look at me, smiling like the boss he is. Yeap.

Worst. Day. Of. My. Life. LOL

Another Beginning

Today marks the last weekend to start of school, and like any other student, I cannot wait for school to start. And of course, as the days pass, my need for a holiday will increase exponentially. Woes of a student..?

Received my results to clinicals, a module worth a hefty 26 credits, on Tuesday. It was a pleasant surprise. I had woken up 7 minutes before 0800 and my stomach could not stop doing cartwheels as I hid under my duvet, wondering if logging into my school's portal will render me helpless to the heaping stress on my shoulders when school starts. If I had gotten even a B for this module, my GPA would have been dealt with a huge blow and I could not imagine how horrible life would be for the rest of this year.....what with FYP and 15 weeks of clinicals divided into 3 blocks. However, I am not particularly sure whether or not I deserve my much-better-than-expected grade.

Monday might mean the start of 5-hour sleep per day, dry and dull complexion, sky-high body fat percentage, messy tables with notes strewn everywhere, sharp increase in stress levels, terribly very bad tempers (citing the movie Bad Teacher), and all the nasty stuffs. But I can and I will survive this, because it is my only choice :')

Thank you, my Mr Chng, for holding me till I stop pushing you away. Thank you for being silly with me when we had both just dealt with the deadly Z-bug; me head-butting you, you flinching when I charge towards you, you holding out your arms because you knew that I was going to jump on you instead of head-butting you at my last try, us acting as though nothing had happened when Pops walked out of his room to ask what was the racket all about. Thank you for holding my hand as we were watching the upsetting Thai MV. Thank you for pulling me into your arms and whispering into my ears that we are better than this. Thank you for trying so hard to coax the smile out from my unrelenting facial muscles when I cannot help but think that my grade was undeserved. I love you.

"Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace." 

Happy Thoughts

Happy thoughts are not that hard to get, if you put your mind to it. Is it a bit too much to say that I am happy with life now?

#194

Happy 194th week, my love. After procrastinating for 3 years, we have finally stepped foot into USS together and made it a memorable trip. I hope that you have enjoyed this very late Valentine's Day surprise as much as I did.

Thank you for taking my low blood pressure into consideration and making sure that the throbbing at my temples have stopped before we venture into entrances of the different rides with or without unnerving descriptions. Thank you for dashing across the street to get us a humongous umbrella so that we will be able to walk around like free men in the torrential rain, even though it resulted in you having to walk around in wet shoes for the entire day. Thank you for loving me the way you do :')

Recent

I have been spending a lot of time with my man ever since I got back from Thailand. Suffering from episodes of extreme tedium and subsequent loss of consciousness from then too, due to JetStar's 'retime' of our return flight leading to us reaching Singapore at 3 in the morning. This is the reason why I have not been readily available on my phone, but April started off on a good note. Met up with two lovelies, and we had spent our afternoon catching up on one another's lives. Picture above is the fruit of my return to social networking sites, and speaks of a cheap thrill whom I have had the misfortune to meet (or should I say speak to?) in August.

Next week will be the last week of my holidays, and it is also my man's last week to submission. I will be spending lesser time with him......and that also means more time in the gym.

Away

I will be away for a short trip to Bangkok with my lifegivers. I have planned out my schedule for the rest of this year and half of the next, and I do not like what I see. I hope that the shopping and Krispy Kreme in Bangkok will perk me up, and make me feel better about what is to come!

On a side note, in the next week that I will not be seeing you, my dear man, I will be missing you awfully, badly, desperately, drastically, dreadfully, exceedingly, extremely, greatly, horribly, intensely, mind-blowingly, overwhelmingly, staggeringly, terribly, tremendously and unbelievably so.

"Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything."

- Unknown 

3rd Week of March

#44

Gratitude

Yesterday was the last day of CE 2C for my cohort. This placement was nothing short of amazing for me. I have learned a lot, and I am really glad that I have survived it unscathed! There is also the indescribable sense of achievement when the manager of the Physiotherapy department in the hospital gives you an 8.5/10 for your presentation! Not forgetting to mention how willing my supervisors were with sharing their knowledge with us.

I do not do well with prolonged feelings of tedium, but I must say that I do not regret the 5-hour sleep per day in these 5 weeks.

Ended my last day of Year 2 Semester 2 in NYP by visiting the gym with N and I am prepared for some very sensational muscle aches in the next few days. In fact, I can feel the effects on my shoulder already. Regardless, I am glad that my 1RM on the leg press machine have stayed at 300lbs. My supervisors have trained me well :)

Sugar

Thank you, my beloved man, for taking a cab down to my place in the middle of the night to give me a 5-minute hug and quite a few kisses on my pouty lips when the night of the last Monday of clinicals did not feel as good as how I had expected it to be. Thank you for taking the extra mile to put my demons to rest.

Pumpkin

Today, my man is sick. So I made him my usual comfort food - pumpkin porridge. Instead of the usual shit that I put my body through, I added green beans and stevia and left the oats out. Seeing his smile after taking the first spoonful warmed my heart, and I knew that I did not sweat in the kitchen for nothing!

I love you, my Mr Chng Kah Hui :)

Fairmont

Infinity

We are stitched and sewn

and we are held together

with the thread of hope.

Hpy

Happy 21st birthday, hpy! It has been 8 years since I first met you, and I can still remember how it was like sitting behind you in our lower secondary school days. Me kicking your chair just to annoy you, you and your epic dorkiness, me and my drama in school...everything. Thank you for being there throughout all these years, keeping me sane through all the negativity and for knowing what matters. You know that I've got your back in everything.

♥

Hiatus

Hello world. I am in my third week of placement, and the last time I had typed a proper post was two weeks ago! I was starting to think that I am actually doing well under tedium, but after 2 weeks of surviving on 5 hours of sleep daily, I am starting to feel the strain of having a sleep deficit. Nonetheless, my body is coping well.

13 more days!

2010

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