Guess Who??

I'm baaaccckkkkk!!!!!!!!!! Europe was beyond fun, beyond anything I could have imagined.

Sigh, I wish we could have stayed longer.

10 days, 3 cameras, 10GB worth of photos and videos. Thousands and thousands of photos to sift through. It's gonna take forever!!!

Final Post (For 12 days, anyway!)

Whoopppeee!! And I'm counting down the hours.. 3.5 hours till I board the plane, and I'm feeling really jittery now!

Anywayz, I will be checking email sporadically in Europe, so if there's anything important, any juicy gossip, anything that I should know/would like to know/would be interested to know, please email me at joanne.chan.2004@business.smu.edu.sg or joannetopia@gmail.com.

Oh yeah, in case any of you do not know or have not been informed through the gossip network, I've gotten back together with Fadz.

Once you've gotten over the being incredulous and gasping stage, you would be pleased to know that you are not alone. The number of people who have expressed doubt and incredulity...

All I can say is, I'm happy. The "being friends" bit was utter and complete rubbish. There can be no such thing, and I wasn't mature enough, and I doubt I'd ever be. How the hell do you treat someone whom you loved with all your heart with a distant politeness? So it was either he was in my life the way I wanted, or out of it completed.

The way I see it, did he make a mistake? Yes. But it takes 2 hands to clap. And while I'm not trying to absolve him of all his guilt, I can't lay the demise of our relationship entirely at his doorstep either. People have questioned the trust issue. Yes, it's going to be tough. Sometimes, I find myself questioning his every move suspiciously, but I trust that in time, once we've worked things out, it would be better.

Forgive, I think I have. Forget, that's the bugger of a problem. But like Li Wern says, I should never use this as a missile when we fight next. Lording this over him would probably make things worse. And so I shall not. I'm sure he's thought long and hard about it.

But I simply couldn't let him go. Sure, I'd readily admit that the fear of the unknown was partially responsible for my not letting go. But how could I just let go of the man who is equally comfortable talking to me about religion and the state of the world as he is movies and music? A man who is equally conversant at singing the latest pop lyrics as he is composing original poetry? The same guy who is equally adept at accompanying me to an Andy Warhol exhibition as he is rocking out next to me at a concert? The only guy I know who shares almost ALL my interests and is always up for new experiences?

The same man who resented me as virulently as he did passionately love me.

Such extremes. Never a dull moment, that I can say. So this time, I'm walking in with my eyes wide open. What will be, will be. I suppose all I can ask for is to not be kept in the dark again. Ignorance is my greatest fear.

K lah! It didn't start out as a serious post! Bye! Let's meet up soon, whoever reads this blog and is acquainted with me!

Farewell Singapore, Hello Europe!

Well well well, it seems like that time has finally rolled around.

WE'RE OFF TO GALLIVANT THROUGH EUROPE!!!!! LOOK OUT, HERE COMES THE NUTSIs!

Seriously, wish us luck. What happens when you put 3 super giggly, super loud, super bimbotic females together and throw them in Europe for the 1st time, with no knowledge of their language?

Utter chaos, I suspect.


Paris!

Barcelona!

Rome!

Ohhhhh... who cares if I suck at Finance, have no job when I come back, and am close to penniless right?

Life works in mysterious ways. One moment your world can be crumbling and the next, pieces fall in place again.

I went through 6 hours of interview, 12 hours of traveling and got offered a position. I turned them down. Too little for too much traveling. Haha, and I did it in a most unprofessional way. Let's just say I got caught out on a couple of white lies. Oops.. guess I won't be applying there in the next 10 years.

Other interviews have been officially lined up. I was swaying back and forth for a couple of days but in the end, I simply couldn't imagine myself waking up at 5.30 every single freaking day. Ok, now that the lifeline is gone, it's time to SERIOUSLY job hunt.

Things on the personal front are.... haha, I'm not saying. :)

We all do things that may not make sense, or seem rational. But I suppose in the end, you do things that make you feel good.

Just one day at a time.

Himbo Moment Take 1

I was in the library with Mr. David Aw, taking a break from studying for Personnel Selection, when this priceless moment occurred...

I'm incredibly bored and decide to surf a couple of blogs. Reading Sydney's new blog, her latest post is about the rehearsal footage of Britney's choreography for the VMAs, but with a stand-in dancer. I'm happily watching the pretty awesome dancing (man! Britney must have been high or something! The dance was supposed to be so hot!), when David Aw leans over...

David (genuinely perplexed): "Eh! Stop pretending to be arty can! Just because we had a talk earlier about art, doesn't mean you have to pretend to be so arty!!"

I was stunned speechless. The title of the blog post was "BRITNEY'S REAL VMA CHOREOGRAPHY", there's no way he could have missed it at his close range. Britney = arty???? What next? 50 Cent the next Mozart? Elton John the next Pope?

I didn't know whether to burst into laughter or mock him openly. I wisely chose to do neither, swallowing my giggles and going back to work.

And making fun of him on my blog instead.

Here's the ARTY video for your viewing pleasure.

Family of Non-Scientists...(Bimbo moment Take 1)

While watching Fantastic Four:

(TV) Reed: "Chem 101: What happens when you supercool hot metal?"

Cheryl, Geraldine and Me (in unison): "What happens??"

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Geradine: "Guess we all failed chem, huh?"

Haha, and THAT'S why we're all into the arts scene.

Time To Wake Up

It's freaking amazing. Either I'm truly schizophrenic, or there's something about relationships that makes me go bonkers. Maybe I'm not meant to be a girlfriend, or maybe I've just been saddled to the wrong man. A man who makes me behave irrationally and like a shrew. A man who thinks so little of me and belittles me in a bid to boost his own ego (he actually had the balls to admit it). A man who recognized that I am stronger than he'd ever be and uses tiny emotional tricks to break down my self-esteem.

I'm a hopeless romantic. I keep thinking that I'd have a fairytale ending to my life. And seeing how my parents have been together and still so loving after a long time, a long term relationship really appeals to me. So much so that I can be blinded and act like a besotted fool when I think I'm in love. Taking punishment and self-flagellation that no self-respecting person should ever have to swallow. Thinking that there's something wrong with ME because my best traits are portrayed in a negative light by him. Thinking no one would ever love ME again because he has described me as a horrible human being. Yes, this is all coming from a man who purported to have loved me.

He doesn't even begin to know the meaning of love. And I'm finally beginning to realize what it means to be an utterly, utterly stupid fool. I used to despise and scorn women who behaved in such a manner. Now I understand. Women are naturally emotionally fragile. And when we are emotionally invested in someone, our egos become incredibly brittle and affected by our significant other. No matter how strong we may seem, on the inside, we have surrendered our autonomy and often find it difficult to regain independence. To the extent that when things go badly, we are unable to see ourselves as being worthy creatures again.

I hit a new low last night. I allowed him to continuously abuse me over and over again, all the while swallowing my pride and hurt. The more I think about it, the stupider I feel. I feel like slapping myself and shaking myself awake from this nightmare. Yes, this may be my first relationship, but it's no reason for acting like a spineless, mindless, stupid fuck. Someone please slap me really, really hard.

I'm so mad right now! I want to hurt something really, really badly. Luckily, I have really supportive people around me who keep me from falling off the cliff. I will not succumb to depression. I will not lose my self-respect.


This is what he let slip away. His loss. Maybe this is God's way of telling me that I need to treat myself better and that I'm capable of hooking someone a gazillion times better than him.

Thank the stars! I can finally enjoy pork in all its beautific, juicy glory again.

Impulsive

I think I really lack self-restraint. I can rationalize and come up with an entire thesis in my mind for not doing something, but the next moment, I watch in muted horror as I go about doing what I know is not good for me.

That's just me. I follow my impulses, I rarely deny myself and even when I know something might not be good for me, I just do it.

It's difficult being a Gemini. I often feel as if there are 2 people doing battle inside of me, my brain versus my spirit. One tells me not to do something because there may be repercussions that I can't deal with, but and the other tells me to go for it.

So far, it's Spirit 1 : Brain 0.

Life is too short to be cautious. I take on the possibility of pain for the possibility of pleasure. Or maybe I'm just too short-sighted and live moment to moment, dealing with the consequences only when they hit me square in the face. Seizing whatever pleasures I can get instantaneously, even if they are short-lived and bring pain later on. Carpe Diem.

Perhaps I need to spin completely out of control before I learn. Tough love. I need to be smarter.

A Lovely Ordinary Day

Haven't had one of those in a while. To revel in being simply ordinary. Finding pleasure in routine, and being unexpectedly surprised when I least expect it.

It was gonna be one of those days. School in the afternoon, a girls' night out in the evening. Nothing seemingly out of the ordinary. Maybe it was the shoes that put me in a good mood. Gorgeous shoes make me happy.

Shiny patent with snakeskin. How can one not feel happy simply looking at them?

Off to school I went, feeling positively happy and rather sexy, may I add. Besides, I was about to participate in a debate and there's nothing like good ol' linguistic and mental aerobics to get the old heart pumping.

Maybe it was the way the shoes were pinching my toes (I'm still pursuing my lifelong ambition of losing feeling in my toes so that I can wear absolutely horrendously painful shoes). Maybe I just like to argue and emerge victorious. Maybe I simply needed to let off some steam. Whatever the case, I skewered the opposition and did a mental victory lap when I felt them recoil at my aggressiveness and admit defeat. Oh yeah baby, victory is sweet.

Had to hang around school for a bit while I waited for the girls. Chilled out at the cozy and comforting BE Campus radio watching movies and Facebooking (I'm borderline obssessive). The pleasant surprise came in the form of Shah gifting me with a friendship keychain. It was so unexpected, so sweet that I couldn't stop grinning. Good friend, he is.

We finally made our way to the NUS Law School for an outdoor screening of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Audrey Hepburn, relatively cheap booze and good friends... Can you say great evening?

And being US, we camwhored as usual. Besides, nostalgia hit us with a vengence and being at the old campus surrounded us with sweet memories of our youth. Has it really only been 2 1/2 years since we were last at Bukit Timah?

Shaky group photo courtesy of Tan Li Qin's unsteady hands. Haha!

Shaky booze shot courtesy of Aw Jialing's unsteady hands. (!!!)

The camera people got progressive better.

The posters touted that tiny screen as BIG. Law people need to get some perspective. But I have to admit, sitting on the ground, with the overcast skies and familiar buildings surrounding us... it was nice. Almost like a hippy vibe going on. People were lying on picnic mats, drinking beer, lounging about the campus. Haha, the 3 of us felt like intruders. We were possibly the only non-NUS people around.

I really like my shoes, ok?

And if we worried about sticking out like a sore thumb, that feeling basically went out the window when we decided to do the SMU jump. Hey, it may be the NUS Law Faculty now, but it'd always be our roots, ok? They even kept the same building names!

Unfortunately, my top kept flying up when I jumped. Some of the photos are rather indecent. Sigh.

It took us numerous tries before we perfected the timing. I think the other people thought we were complete idiots. Oh well.

Jump! Take 1...

Jump! Take 2...

Finally! Success! I should have tucked my legs in more.

After all that exhuasting jumping, we took it down a notch and decided to jump pose and look cool.

Not contented with posing at the Federal building, we wondered around the school, pointing out things that had changed, and things that were still so achingly familiar. The Vietnam cafe was no longer in existence. The place of deliciously thick and fabulous sandwiches. Food Haven had been obliterated. Ficus was now a place of memories. They renamed the library. And on and on it went.

Look! It's Manasseh Meyer!

Kicking up their heels...

We are such unimaginative people. Ran out of ideas so decided the classic was still the best. Jump we shall!

The old campus holds many fond memories for me. I still remember coming for the selection interview, competing with 9 other candidates for a coveted position in SMU. Writing a stupid essay about a 50-cent coin. Being forced to do stupid things on the upper quad for freshmen camp. Buying books for the first time and cursing SMU Verts for their ineffective ways. Being absolutely spooked out by the School of Accountancy's lift as it had 2 doors, but one was always shut. It was rumoured that if that door ever opened, your time was up... Running up the slope when I was late for morning class. Strolling through Botanical Gardens to get to school when I was early. Stopping every few minutes to greet or talk to someone as the community was so tight and everyone knew each other. Sitting at the Vietnamese cafe drinking coffee and checking out the hot exchange students who hung out there regularly.

Such precious memories. Committed to my head and heart. Holding them dear as I draw ever closer to my graduation.

I'm getting old.

Flirt

I think women give off a lot of mixed signals when they are around guys. This may be a generalization, but women tend to flirt when around men, consciously or otherwise. Do we do it for the thrill of the chase, to bounce off signals and see if we get anything in return, to feel desirable, or do we do things without even realizing its impact?

All these thoughts hit me today when I was recording my weekly radio show with my co-host, Shah. Around guys that I have known for a while (and sometimes guys whom I do not know at all), I would, I dunno, tease and flirt a little. Everything completely harmless. And usually, I don't realize that I'm doing such things until some one (usually a girl) points it out. But for some reason, I felt like I was a separate entity watching "Joanne" interact with Shah.

I didn't even mean anything serious. Things like looking at him mischieviously with a twinkle in my eye, teasing him to provoke some kind of response, doing shoulder bumps to make a point, leaning into his personal space to read what he is reading... I wasn't trying to create any romantic illusions. Honestly.

Somehow, call it female intuition or whatever, I noticed a subtle change in his attitude. Almost as if the air changed, or his attitude towards me changed. So did my actions provoke some kind of reaction? I think so. Was I flirting? Perhaps. Why? I honestly have no idea.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not attempting to jump into another relationship. I'm not trying to create any kind of romantic spark. I'm not trying to provoke a reaction to show that I'm still desirable to men. It's just something I think I always do, and I wonder how many people I might have misled into thinking that I was into them, when all I was doing was playing?

I guess it's ok when both parties know that it's harmless and flirt for the fun and heck of it. You know the scenario: Boy and girl exchange signals all in the name of fun. It's fun to have that zing. As long as you know the zing is innocent. I'm not sure if I'm making enough sense.

But I don't think I'm alone on this. I guess a lot of it is really subconscious and depends on how the other party interprets the signal. How much the other party wants it to mean something.

The mating game is never easy. I suppose the only way we can possibly find a right partner is if we keep trying, keep sending out signals, and hope that eventually, some of those signals come back positive. So even around friends, we unconsciously/consciously (whatever, take your pick) send out signals, just to see if anything would happen.

This sounds like a pointless entry. Just an observation on my part. I attribute this reflection to something else, but since I've washed enough dirty laundry in public, I shall say no more.

I thought that I could be a bigger person, I really thought that I had the emotional maturity to handle being friends with the ex.

Well, I thought wrong. Li Wern is right, I don't have to always put on such a brave front.

I don't understand why the hell I still care so much for Fadz. To the extent that I'm willing to make myself miserable in a bid to comfort him in his time of heartache, listening to his pining and moaning, all the while dying on the inside. Ah, the beauty of electronic communication. I can type one thing while meaning another.

I suppose that's what people mean by I need to love myself more. I was so determined to help him feel better, to help him through his passage of darkness, even if it meant plunging myself back into the cycle of misery. I was still desperately trying to show that I'd be there for him, that I wanted to know him better, to unlock his psyche.

But all he did was cause me more pain. He never asked how I felt. He never approached unless it was to seek solace. And stupidly, I kept giving.

Ah, why are women so stupid? But it finally struck me. I thought our friendship was very important. But how important can it be when it's a one-sided affair? Letting him get fat on my giving, while I torture myself and waste away?

And so I told him I could no longer be there for him, at least when it came to relationship woes. But I was willing to be his friend in other areas. He seemed pissed off, as if I was being unreasonable, which only strengthened my resolve.

It takes 2 hands to clap. If our friendship really means/meant anything to him, he'd understand that. But if he takes this as an offense, or thinks that I'm obviously not a good friend for not being there for him in his time of need.. well, I suppose that's not much of a friendship anyway. He's always been selfish. I thought he was the most giving person in the world. Turns out, he only gives what he feels comfortable giving, never bothering to put himself out there for anyone.

"You need to love yourself more." I think I finally get what that means. Making hard decisions now so that I can be happy in the long run. If we truly are meant to stay in touch, it would happen. If not, then I guess Fadz would fall into the annuls of time and join the memories of others who were once important in my life, but have since fallen by the wayside.

I'm really thankful for some people in my life. The ones who have listened to my litany of whining, endured my sadness and sullen behavior, the constant spacing out, the lack of motivation.... thank you one and all.

I think I can safely say I'm on the road to recovery.

I met Li Wern last night. And I don't know if I've ever said it to her, or shown enough appreciation. Babe, you are one heck of a woman, a great friend, and you've got plenty of balls. And I adore you for it. Thank you so much for not treating me like a flower and shaking some hard facts into me. I needed a wake up call.

And surprisingly, I've reconnected with an old friend. Someone whom I thought had disappeared from my life. But when he recognized my signs of distress, he approached. He allowed me to seek solace. He listened, he comforted, he gave advice. Especially today... Aldric's going through a lot of personal shit himself. And I thought I'd be a good friend and give him comfort. In the end, he was so nice, so understanding, so patient... that my emotions overtook me for a minute and it all came bursting out. I felt bad burdening him further. But he was there. He was comforting. He held my hand and that was enough. He wiped away my tears as the waterfall cascaded down my cheeks.

But I do believe I've shed my last tears. Yes, I'm still friends with Fadz. Why, you ask? Because I realize that I do not have many close male friends. Most guys are afraid of me and I hate it when they give me nicknames or hold up their hands as a shield against my apparent aggressiveness. But Fadz (when we're not in a relationship), Aldric, Shawn and Alwin aren't afraid of me. I don't feel like I need to hold back or act softer in front of them. I am perfectly comfortable being who I am and they are ok with that. That's hard to find. And so, I rather keep a friend around.

Besides, I refuse to be victimised. I wasn't. Things didn't work out, things may have sucked, but I'm nobody's victim. Fadz had a bout of karma hit him. But I'm not gloating. Seriously. I even comforted him. Nobody deserves to be treated like that.

The only way I can move on is if I can forgive him and me. So I will.

I was/am such a stupid, stupid fool. All that time, all those emotions and effort invested into something that was disintegrating. I just chose not to recognize it.

Stupid, blind, foolish fool. A hopeless romantic and a pathetic soul. That's who I am.

But the finality of the issue has finally hit me. Am I sad? Definitely. Grieving? Probably. I've received more answers but I'm not too sure if ignorance would not have served me better in my time of healing. In my pursuit of the truth, I received answers that cut me to the bone and shattered my already frail heart further. But at least he was honest. Or maybe, he was too devastated with his own problems and let his guard down, allowing me to probe for the answers that I desperately craved.

Torture, I'm torturing myself needlessly. But at least now I really, really understand. Am I happy about it? Definitely not. Am I pissed off? Most assuredly. But do I recognize the situation for what is it? Yes. I can finally say yes. No more denial, no more hope, no more wanting, no more interest.

I'm done.

Empowerment

To all the ladies in a predicament similar to mine.. this song is dedicated to you...

歌曲：分手快乐
歌手：梁静茹

我无法帮你预言
委曲求全有没有用
可是我多么不舍
朋友爱的那么苦痛
爱可以不问对错
至少有喜悦感动
如果他总为别人撑伞
你何苦非为他等在雨中
泡咖啡让你暖手
想挡挡你心口里的风
你却想上街走走
吹吹冷风会清醒的多
你说你不怕分手
只有一点遗憾难过
情人节就要来了
剩自己一个
其实爱对了人
情人节每天都过
分手快乐
祝你快乐
你可以找到更好的
不想过冬
厌倦沉重
就飞去热带的岛屿游泳
分手快乐
请你快乐
挥别错的才能和对的相逢
离开旧爱
像坐慢车
看透彻了心就会是晴朗的
没人能把谁的幸福没收
你发誓你会活的有笑容

And I will smile again. Seriously. :)

One Step At A Time

Since I do not have money for therapy, I turned to the net for some healing advice. That's when I chanced upon this ebook, How To Be Happy and Have Fun Changing the World by Michael Anthony. Have been reading it during class cos it's so much more engaging. And even though some of the stuff seems very obvious, reading it repeatedly makes me think and analyse more closely. And yeah, this guy makes sense.

Anytime you have any degree of hate, greed, jealousy, and fear or multiple combinations of these emotions, you immediately lower your brain’s chemistry and your ability to reason and function at a high level. Your negative emotions are the cause of most of your bad decisions, actions and unhappiness you experience in your life. The rest is caused by ignorance or lack of self-awareness.

How simple, but how true. When I think back on the numerous stupid things I did to make Fadz pay attention to me, to cling on, to make him feel something long after his heart had died... such actions were motivated mostly by the fear of losing him, jealousy of Wendy and other negative feelings. Right now, I think of him and the feelings usually associated are regret and pain. That has to stop. If I keep associating thoughts of him with sadness, I will never be able to climb out of the well of self-pity. But if I remember the happy times we had together and just stopped there, then I'd be filled with happy memories. A person deserves that kinda happiness and peace, right?

A relationship is not about regrets. I'm only punishing myself by replaying scenarios in my head, hating him, loving him, asking "What ifs" and "If only". In forgiveness, forgiving both him and me, I shall regain my focus and balance.

I don't need him to worry about me. I don't need any pity, guilt. I'm my own person and I was so before I met him. And I'd be that again after him. My life goes on and I'm looking forward to better things. =)

Photos!

Ok, my posts of late have been waaaayyyyy too depressing. I'm giving myself 1 more week to wallow a little, to sniffle, to grieve, to pine... and then no more. October 23. Mark that date. 1 month from D-Day. And that would be it. Fadz admitted that I was too aggressive for him. His loss. It's time I found a real man anyway. The whole SNAG thing was cute but really, I need an equal. Not someone who couldn't take me on, and resorted to sulks and silence. Enough.

First up... KL! I know, I know.. you people would probably think that we went on a holiday instead of a school field trip to do field research... and well, yeah, your assessment wouldn't be wrong. We did research for like, 1/2 a day? The rest of the trip was occupied with having fun, fun and more fun.

On the road to Mandalay... I mean Malaysia....


Lunch at a Malaccan restaurant, Restoran Lee. Not bad... typical 10-course Chinese mean. LOL, the ang mohs were suitable horrified at our communal eating.


Kristin and I shared a room while Jialing was with this other girl, Hui Wen. But for 2 nights, Miss Aw decided to bunk in with us... And yes, we camwhored a lot.


See! We did do work ok! We had to interview Indian restaurants in Little India...

Ah, the very delectable Chris. Yummy.

Girls' Night Out in KL! We hung out at a Rock Club, which we kinda left in a hurry because 2 old, gross ang mohs were trying to work up the courage to approach Jialing. LOL.


Girls will be girls lah...


Had to eat Secret Recipe there man. It's half-price!


Our one shot in the club :)

And we came back in time for the gathering at Greg's House. As previously mentioned.. I went around taking photos with a whole bunch of guys... Ah well...


The oldies club: Me, Li Qin, Jia Ling, Yee Jing, David


This is Yan Shiun, Volleyball President when I was Treasurer.


Ong Wei Wei, President of Beach Volleyball Brunch and resident joker... I told him to look his best.. so he gave his "cool" look... haiz..

And this is Greg. Quite cute right? Unfortunately, he has a little something-something going on with this other chick... But whatever! Good for looking at... hahaha...

Noah, some San Francisco dude whom they met at the beach.


David Aw who looks perpetually drunk... haiz...


I super like this picture. Damn kawaii right?

The super late Jian Feng. Come at 11 when people are going home. Humpf.

We went clubbing the next day. Please bear in mind that this was break week, hence the seemingly endless supply of energy.

I met Jialing earlier to check out her boyfriend's band, Black Star, playing at DXO that night. The crowd consisted of all their friends (grand total of 30 people!), but their sound is pretty good. You can check our Jialing's boyfriend here.

Onward to Double O! It was depressing to see the crowd consisted mainly of boys younger than us... haiz...

I love this picture. This is us still sober.

Won't last for long...

Sip, sip, sip...

Once again, David Aw manages to look drunk even though he did not touch a sip of alcohol. Sheesh.

Yup, I would say we were pretty much gone at this point.

Tsk tsk... haha!

Thanks girls! It was fun!

So I suppose the key is to keep busy. I need a new hobby. Oh yeah, and activity partners. I love movies. Holler if you wanna catch something! =)

Ah, the world is such a better place when your mind becomes fuzzy and your blood turns into alcohol.

Been drinking quite a bit lately. First at Greg's house for the volleyball gathering where I made an ass out of myself taking pictures with all the (cute) guys available. Then a bunch of us hit double o last night for drinks and dancing. I could only conclude that I am getting old when the guys all looked younger than me and my legs started aching after a bit of booty shaking.

Oh well.

And I was acting completely out of character. I knew EXACTLY what the hell I was doing, knew EXACTLY what the hell I was saying. The girls were in the toilet and I chose to let rip a string of rubbish in front of David. Could I have stopped myself from bahaving like a blathering idiot? Absolutely. I just chose not too. There's something incredibly liberating about being able to yell and scream and not think about the consequences. David recoiled in horror. That was funny.

I know Jialing is gonna say I'm being over-dramatic. Well, yes, I suppose I am. But life is so colourless unless you infuse it with drama and energy. I just sometimes choose to overdo it. Let loose all my inhibitions. Forgo sanity and dignity. Go to the brink of insanity and hopefully be able to pull back in time.

I'm being so irrational right now. Life goes on and I go through the mechanics of it. At least I'm not crying anymore. But the moment I start to feel, to think, to regret, to hope, to linger, to wish... the world becomes too painful again. So I choose to bury it all.

I hope he's happy. Nah, scratch that. I'm not THAT noble. I hope he's fucking miserable. Fucked up and being a mindless zombie. I hope he's feeling interminable pain and regret and missing me like shit. I hope he feels like his world is falling apart.

Haha, such empty, hurtful, spiteful words. But I know it's not true. He's let go of emotional baggage that's been building up over the years and I can only imagine how happy he is right now. But I shall not ponder too much about that point, because that would only make me more miserable.

And I've realized that I can't go on one night stands, I abhore the idea of making out with a total stranger. Flirtations aside, my emotions are wound too tightly for me to pretend that any of it can be meaningless. I need my connections. I need to feel like I belong and attached to something.

Back and forth, back and forth, the pendulum of my emotions swing. Vigorously, spinning out of control, rocking violently, trying to find equilibrium. I think I'd be better off as a mindless zombie.

Don't worry, no suicidal thoughts, no slutty inclinations, no hysterical breakdown. Still looking for jobs, still studying for tests, still doing my projects. Like I said, the mechanics of life. So much less complicated. I don't have to feel, just have to do it. And so I do.

Hello, I'm back from KL. How was KL? LOL, Kristin, Jialing and I made a pact: "What happens in KL, stays in KL." Teeheehee....

Sigh, I thought the trip abroad would help me recharge and regain my balance in life. I was perfectly fine in KL, when I was away from everything that reminded me of Fadzli. But the moment I stepped back in Singapore, everything came crashing back down on me. Crap, do I need to leave the country permanently to find some peace of mind?

I've been reading my my old diary entries (yes, I do keep the traditional form) and to my horror, I realized what a big joke I've played on myself all these years. You see, Fadzli and I broke up way back in J2 for pretty much the same reasons. Only that time, I did the merciless heartbreaking because I felt that I wasn't being loved and treated well enough by Fadz, who's notoriously insensitive, clueless and uncommunicative. But he came after me. And my puny, weak heart caved in even though my head screamed "Noooo!!!"

I even penned down this thought, "Hope I'm not making a big mistake and setting myself up for a second round of heartbreak". Haha, I must have psychic powers.

Here I was, thinking that Fadz had changed and that caused the breakup. Guess my peabrain really does forget bad things easily. NOTHING HAS CHANGED. HISTORY IS MERELY REPEATING ITSELF. I thought that with time, we would grow to understand each other more. I thought with time, we would open up to each other more and learn that relationships are about compromises. I thought we would grow together and weather all kinds of calamity.

I thought wrong.

We never grew together, we merely grew apart. Our relationship was so separated from the rest of our lives that it was like an entity unto itself. Sucking the life out of both of us because we didn't know what to do with it. We didn't deal, we merely tried to barricade it, fixing the leaks with shoddy patchwork. Until all hell broke loose.

He broke up with me. I went after him. Except his head is stronger than his heart. He knew it was time. He knew it was the right thing to do. And so he's sticking to his guns. This is it.

I feel like laughing. I feel like the biggest cosmic joke has been played on me. Karma. Retribution. It's like shouting a huge "I told you so!" at myself. Wow, if I had stuck to my decision, I'm sure a 1-year relationship would have been easier to deal with post-break up than a 5-year one. But instead, I chose to inflict more pain not only on myself, but on Fadz too. I should be thanking Fadz for finally having the guts to end this.

So why do I feel like putting my head in my hands and crying until I stop feeling altogether?

Hello from KL (I'm in KL for a school trip, by the way)! I'm typing this in a dingy internet cafe across my hotel. The entrance to the cafe is all blackened and you can't see in. If I wasn't so desperate to send off some homework due at 12 midnight today, I wouldn't have gambled like this.

So how was the movie thingy with Fadz? Awkward at best. I just didn't know what kind of mood I should be in, how I should behave, whether the things I did or say would be misinterpreted as girlfriend-y. Erm, so I think I was pretty sour or stoned most of the time. Crapz.

I mean, we were shopping for some shoes and watching a movie... things we used to do as a couple. I can't remember the last time I went out with a guy friend and did such things. It's usually my girly mates whom I do such activities with. Man, I totally have to start dating.

He tried to carry my laptop, as he usually does. I didn't know whether he was merely being gentlemanly, or acting out of habit, but I panicked and SNATCHED my laptop back from him. He looked stunned and then stopped. Talk about awkward.

And when we were buying food to eat in the movie theatre, he said "Can we have...." and I blanched a little. "We" sounds so strange now, like a foreign entity that is silently mocking me. I need to get used to being me, just lonesome little me.

In the movie theatre, I found myself naturally leaning towards him before I caught myself in the act and leaned all the way to the opposite side. And to make sure I didn't do something stupid like reach out to him (old habits die hard), I wrapped my arms around my leg. Thank god it was a documentary and not some sappy romance comedy.

I think I wanted to meet up with him to test my reaction, and see how he would react around me. On my side, I don't think I'm ready yet. Still not ready to, or able to, act just like a friend in front of him. All the tiny habits that I've developed over the years came back to haunt me and it felt so awkward having to watch myself constantly so that I don't do something weird. As for him, he seemed totally nonchalant, as if I was indeed merely a friend.

Time to keep away girl. Well, at least until 20 November. We bought tickets to see Linkin Park in concert!!!!! Hopefully by then, I'd either be having a meaningless fling/gotten over him/developed a thick shell so that I don't take things so personally. It's time to be all about me. =)

When they say love is blind, they didn't mention just HOW blind a person can be.

It's only when I remove myself from the situation and take a step back, do I start to see the cracks that had been there for a long time, merely kept from ripping apart by a couple of flimsy bandages. Well, the seams have finally split and I doubt it'd ever be reconciliable. Or whether I would want to reconcile.

Throughout JC, we were naively hopeful that our differences could be worked out eventually. Of course, the close proximity and daily contact helped because we constanted talked through our difficulties and differences. Moreover, it was still in the developmental stages and we wanted to know everything about each other, so changes were acceptable.

When Fadz entered the army, I have to say his growth was severely curbed. His personality transformed at a snail pace, if at all, and it was easy to relate to one another. Moreover, we saw so little of each other that we were contented to keep things quid pro quo.

But once Fadz hit university, his world opened up. It was like walking out of a daze. He suddenly discovered that he had changed, changed a lot, but he hadn't let those changes be factored into our relationship because it seemed like we were holding on to something from the past. We held on to past memories, we didn't allow ourselves to examine the possibility that we had changed, that our expectations and needs had changed.

We met up on so few occasions that we kept falling back into habit, into what we knew was safe, maintained perceptions about the other person that were of the past, all the while not acknowledging that things were no longer the same.

Fadz got hit by a case of really late puberty. He still doesn't know who he is right now, so how can i claim to love him now?

And that's true. I've been loving a memory of him, memories of us. I was so enamoured with the idea of being in love, maybe coupled with the fear of being alone, that I tried not to rock the boat. Didn't dare probe and question and learn more about the new Fadz because I was afraid that I wouldn't like the new him, or the new him wouldn't like me. So we stopped communicating. And I foolishly let myself be swept up by gestures, with mouthed platitudes, not caring whether they were real or not. I simply wanted to be in love, not really caring with whom and for what. I failed to learn about Fadz. And I do believe it has been the case for the past 1 1/2 years.

And that's why I want to be friends with Fadz. Because we ARE good friends. I merely fooled myself into believing that the romantic gestures were signs of our love, when they were merely that, gestures. We click well, we talk and laugh, but that doesn't mean we are suited for a relationship. To really get to know the other person, make sacrifices, be considerate and sensitive and mindful of the other person's feelings. To be exclusive even. Maybe it was all too much too soon.

Ah, a grand teenage love. The dreaminess of a future, unrealistic expectations, stifled feelings in the belief that love should be above everything else. That we could survive cultural, background, family, economic, mindset differences. And it truly took the idealistic nature of 2 young people in love to believe all that. But we're older now. We've grown up. I'm still growing up and developing my emotional maturity. Still developing ideas of what I really need out of a man.

And the overarching criteria that I really need is security. I'm not too sure Fadz ever gave me that. Emotionally, financially, family approval, sensitivity, possessiveness... there always seemed to be something lacking. I thought I was demanding; turns out, I was simply settling. Choosing to ignore these huge and tangible differences because I thought love could conquer all. Ah! The grand notion of love. Do I even get what real love is?

I don't know what the future holds, all I know is, there's no going back. The paths of Fadz and I once crossed, but now they are moving in very different directions. Would they cross again in the future? I really have no idea, and frankly, I highly doubt it. We are simply too different. But as a first love, it definitely will be memorable. All those highs and lows. A painful ending, but I probably made it more painful than it had to be. Stubborness. Blinded and refusing to see what was in front of me.

But hey, I appreciate that I still have a movie buddy, because really, it's amazing how similar our tastes are and how difficult it is to find a good movie buddy. Blockbusters? Not a problem. But if I want to watch documentary like Sicko? Now that's a problem. In fact, we're watching Sicko on Friday. No expectations, no hopes, just friends. I think it'd be fun. :) And we can still talk about football because it seems like I've developed a genuine fondness for it. And he's still quite a good listener when he wants to be, so yeah, we'd see how that goes.

My future is in front of me. My career is beckoning me to take a step forward and for too long, I've held back in fear that I'd change too much, that it'd destroy the relationship. Well, no more burden, no more worries. It'd be about me now. :)

Thanks to everyone who has listened to my litany of whining, bitching, self-recrimination, tears and whatnot. Thanks to everyone who offered encouragement, support and a listening ear. You know who you are. Good friends, good friends. :)

Looks like I may have lost my boyfriend, but at least I managed to salvage a friendship. I dunno how it would work out, and I'm not too sure how affected I'd be when he gets attached to a new girl, but for now, I'm glad I haven't totally ruled him out of my life.

We may not have worked romantically but I think as friends, we had some good times, some good laughs. We enjoy each other's company, just talking and hanging out. I hope that we can at least maintain that.

But I really get it now. It's time for closure. There's no point in hanging on, and I can't find a new guy until I let myself heal and love myself again right? There's simply too much baggage, quite a bit of resentment on his side, and annoyance on mine.I need a man who would love me completely, and accept me as I am. Because I am tough. I am forceful. I can be domineering. And I need a real man to take care of me. It's like I'm tough, but I'm a 小女人 who wants my man to take care of me, while respecting that in fact, I can do it myself, I just don't want to.

Fadz couldn't handle me? Then it's his loss. I'm back and badder than ever. And it's time for me to graduate into the league of real men.

Sigh, I'm so terribly weak. I called Fadzli this morning. I know, I know, what the hell am I thinking right? It wasn't another plea to get back together, but rather, I needed to hear him speak and tell me what was really going on in his mind. The past few days saw me talking and talking, making inferences and stories and examples, but I never really gave him a chance to speak.

Well, it seems like the lack of communication thing wasn't just a couple of months in the making, but rather, a few years. I think we were doomed from the beginning. Sure, opposites attract because something different always seems new and shiny. But in the end, it's the common things that keep people together.

We had very different expectations that we never voiced out. Fadz needed someone who was involved in all aspects of his life and shared common goals. He thought that I could be that person, but in truth, I wasn't. I was there for some things, but wasn't that interested, or couldn't understand, other aspects. So he sought other people who could fill up this gap. He has historically always found it easily to make friends with girls and so those were the people whom he sought. To me, it looked like playing the field and I grew distrustful and disliked those girls intensely.

As for me, I had my own expectations too. Fadz is a notorious non-communicator and every emotion that I wrought out of him was hard fought. To me, I already have notions of what a boyfriend should or should not do, and when he finally accomplished something that I needed, I felt like it was a "given", instead of recognizing it for what it really was. Effort. I never made him feel appreciated. In some sense, in the early years that was how he made me feel cos he was incredibly blunt and insensitive, and I felt underappreciated. So when the tables were turned, I dunno, maybe subconsciously I was paying him back?

It keeps swirling in my head that I was not enough for him. He needs so much emotional support that in the end, it was simply too draining for me. And so I had 2 options: let him get emotionally involved with other people or not. So when I gave him the ultimatum to choose between Wendy or me, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. That's when he knew things were irreparable. He simply couldn't and wouldn't. To him, it felt like a huge loss because he had already invested so much emotionally in her, and all his friends, for that matter.

"It's a Catch 22." That's what he said to me. If I gave him a free rein, it would hurt me incredibly because I'm not that magnanimous. I would like to see a female who is. But if I restrained him, he would only get more and more resentful.

But the biggest blow is that he didn't find losing me to be a great loss. He felt RELIEVED, dammit. Had he really detached himself so much from me that I was merely a transient being in his life? All the "I love yous", all the hugs, the kisses.... towards the end it was all lies. Merely out of habit or to pacify me.

So I guess it was for the best. Getting back together would have been a mistake because we simply aren't what we need at this point. Or maybe, we never were. I need someone to openly show that he loves me, that he get s me, to not assume that I get subtlety because I truly don't. And in return, Fadz needs someone who can pick out the tiniest details or the smallest change in moods without him needing to tell. Obvious vs subtle. 2 very different beings.

How much of a further mismatch can you get?

Time. I'm playing the waiting game. Waiting until the memories fade into the recesses of my mind, waiting until I can one day think about Fadz and not feel pain and regret. Simply waiting.

I wonder how long it'd take for this dull ache to go away. When I'm doing things, I can lock away such feelings. But on occasions, when I'm left to my own thoughts, the dullness of ache creeps all over me.

I guess I'm asking for it, subjecting myself to self-flagellation. I have been regularly checking Fadz's Friendster and Facebook account, just to see what's up with him. And I contacted one of his friends. Don't ask me why. Once again, impulse took over and I went with it.

I guess I wanted to see things from his perspective and since we weren't talking, I might as well get the intel from one of his closest friends. She says he's confused. But don't worry, I didn't take it to heart. Because why should I be surprised that he's feeling sad? He's probably blaming himself, just like I have been. But I know that's not a reason to maintain hope. There's no turning back now. To some extent, I'm getting pissed off that he's acting like the injured party. Hello! Perspective here! You pushed me away, and now you're acting like I disappointed you??? Fucker.

But one thing Junni (Fadz's friend) said that struck a chord with me was that it seemed like I needed Fadz more than he needed me. My first reaction was indignation, like, this bitch doesn't even know me, how dare she comment on our relationship? So in that spirit, I fired off a less-than-courteous message to her. But that line has been swirling around in my head and I suppose there's some truth there. I definitely depended on him more than he depended on me. I needed him on so many levels. He was my Asset but I felt like his Liability. And that fed on my insecurities as everyone wants to feel needed, right? He was my top priority and I never did things that I thought would disrespect him, like try to get close to another guy. But he didn't pay me the same respect. Guess it boiled down to me not really mattering that much to him. Or I was so good at bolstering his ego that he took me for granted.

So I bet you're asking "then why the hell do I still want to be with this bastard who's making me miserable?" I dunno. Maybe I'm making him out to be worse than he is. Maybe it's because I've become so dependent on him I've lost my spine and will to stand on my own 2 feet. Maybe I'm really this horrible monster and no one would love me to the degree that would make me happy.

But that doesn't stop me from jumping everytime I hear my phone ring. Or looking out for signs that point towards Fadz needing me too. I think he's blocked me on msn. I know I said we couldn't be friends, but that's such a pity. I really do enjoy talking to him.

Time. Time moves on. I need to move on. I just dunno how.

The Hairy Transformation

Nothing like a breakup to make you evaluate your life. Or do a drastic change. I decided it was time to feel happy. 4 days of tears and self-doubt is enough. So I did something positive.

I cut my hair. Nothing like some pampering to make me feel better. And while it's different, and I'm trying to find my best angle, I think I look younger and chicer. I'm healing. I just need to keep myself busy. No more brooding. :)


19th September...

21st September...

And then the transformation takes place...

Look so auntie, right?

Darling Ah Huang who was there with me through my experience...


And the cutting starts! I look apprehensive cos I've had long hair for a really long time and she was making the first cut.


Snip snip snip...


Wow! That's a lot of hair! It's like a scene out of The Ring!


Taking shape...


Smile! The final product!


Ok, time to strike a few more poses...

It's amazing how much a person can change just by snipping away a few follicles. I feel light. That's a good sign. Now I just need to work on the eye bags bit.

旧的不去,新的不来, right?