18 February 2009
;23:23 //the dangers of nostalgia the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is Valdimir Nakabov
for real, for real, it's all over. no more misunderstandings, no more twisted feelings, no more nights spent on a deck chair by the pool wondering why he won't pick up the phone. for my friends who've suffered patiently the agony of being with me, thank you. i would have found it hard to live with me too. thanks for those who smsed, who let me bug them on the phone, who asked me out to lunch, who were more than he could ever wish to be. i owe you a summertime ice-cream! haha, come find me, i'll treat you to one, really REALLY.
but it's been a weight off my heart for the past two days. for like the first time in weeks, i've been truly, truly unencumbered. relieved. i don't have to wonder if he's busy, if i'm bothering him, if this thing has a future. it's time for the head to come out of the clouds, and for the feet to be rooted back into the ground. we were just the wrong people for each other, that's the long and short of it, and while i'll keep the memories safe, i know now, that there is no turning back. so i don't look around when i get on the mrt, i keep my head down when we get to simei and i delete the smses one-by-one, starting from the back.
thankfully, i sent off laoda at the airport on sunday. and i met up with the soccer people on vday so it wasn't so bad. then smu law never fails to amaze with the amount of work they can pile onto you. so legal memo, client advice letter and TORT EXAM (OHTHEAGONY) have all done their part in being a major distraction. kinda keeps you from moping around the house like some mopey, aimless fool OR even better, keeps you from morphing into an avenging angel hell-bent on revenge when couples routinely float in front of you in their lovesick haze. i swear, it's tough to keep yourself from picking up a stick and whacking the daylights out of particularly annoying couples flaunting the expensive $200 restaurant they went to on vday. yes, perhaps they were looking to experience the kind of timeless, infinitely romantic atmosphere that only a $200 eatery packed full with millions of other lovers can provide. after all, deep love for each other on vday's is best expressed by consuming a vastly overpriced meal near a large window, while making sure that other like-minded couples in the near vicinity can see how loving yall are by constantly cooing like birds and feeding each other morsels of food. haha, sorry, that was the single's rant, i'll stop now :)
but you learn something after all. look before you jump. and as chris said, don't rush love.
//the dangers of nostalgia the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is Valdimir Nakabov
for real, for real, it's all over. no more misunderstandings, no more twisted feelings, no more nights spent on a deck chair by the pool wondering why he won't pick up the phone. for my friends who've suffered patiently the agony of being with me, thank you. i would have found it hard to live with me too. thanks for those who smsed, who let me bug them on the phone, who asked me out to lunch, who were more than he could ever wish to be. i owe you a summertime ice-cream! haha, come find me, i'll treat you to one, really REALLY.
but it's been a weight off my heart for the past two days. for like the first time in weeks, i've been truly, truly unencumbered. relieved. i don't have to wonder if he's busy, if i'm bothering him, if this thing has a future. it's time for the head to come out of the clouds, and for the feet to be rooted back into the ground. we were just the wrong people for each other, that's the long and short of it, and while i'll keep the memories safe, i know now, that there is no turning back. so i don't look around when i get on the mrt, i keep my head down when we get to simei and i delete the smses one-by-one, starting from the back.
thankfully, i sent off laoda at the airport on sunday. and i met up with the soccer people on vday so it wasn't so bad. then smu law never fails to amaze with the amount of work they can pile onto you. so legal memo, client advice letter and TORT EXAM (OHTHEAGONY) have all done their part in being a major distraction. kinda keeps you from moping around the house like some mopey, aimless fool OR even better, keeps you from morphing into an avenging angel hell-bent on revenge when couples routinely float in front of you in their lovesick haze. i swear, it's tough to keep yourself from picking up a stick and whacking the daylights out of particularly annoying couples flaunting the expensive $200 restaurant they went to on vday. yes, perhaps they were looking to experience the kind of timeless, infinitely romantic atmosphere that only a $200 eatery packed full with millions of other lovers can provide. after all, deep love for each other on vday's is best expressed by consuming a vastly overpriced meal near a large window, while making sure that other like-minded couples in the near vicinity can see how loving yall are by constantly cooing like birds and feeding each other morsels of food. haha, sorry, that was the single's rant, i'll stop now :)
but you learn something after all. look before you jump. and as chris said, don't rush love.
