What Happened To Us?

I was motivated to blog something about this relationship issue after reading Victoria's post recently.

She talked about being dumped (or 'pre-dumped' as Victoria called it) when nothing is actually certain yet. You know that feeling? Yes? No?

I know.

In The Face of Calamity..

.. Japan showed us the best example on how to react and what to do. They are a strong, disciplined bunch (they queued up for rations for God's sake!). Resilient. Compassionate.

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Down Memory Lane

It's like high school all over again. It hurts to know that you are being excluded from the get-togethers your friends are having, even if you aren't besties before (but close enough to have affectionate nicknames). It feels like shyte, actually. Yes, it's year 2010 now, 10+ years post-zit attacks and all. Yes, we are all working people now. Yes, we are on separate paths now. But at least have the courtesy to ask whether the girl can join or not. She realizes that she's not in your clique, but she's a friend, no?

Pardon the bitterness. That time of the month is approaching.



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Crybaby

I’m feeling especially vulnerable these past few days.

Cases in point:

1) I was talking to the little brother on the phone. He was nonchalant and elusive (like he always did previously when talking to me on the phone. Which fifteen year old doesn’t do that?). And I immediately cried. I freaking sobbed my eyes out.

2) I SMS’d a close friend to tell her that I cried my eyes out when talking with the brother. She replied asking why I was so emotional, and I cried reading that.

3) Tired of having to string some words together to make a coherent sentence for the thesis (or I just couldn’t be bothered with the process, you pick), I decided to watch an episode of Boys Over Flowers. At every kind/brave/romantic/silly-but-sweet gesture made by the main hero (and the poor second hero – not I-have-no-money poor, but I-love-her-but-she-does-not-love-me-back kind of poor), I would tear up, which usually led to full waterworks.

4) I would cry looking at the MMS pictures sent by the grandma of my nephew (my mom), for I haven’t seen him in almost a month.



#4 definitely takes the cake.

#$%^&

I so cannot freakin' believe this:



He told me he hates/hated that guy!

How come they're friends on Facebook?!

And he didn't even tell me!!

The Headaches and Heartaches of FYP

My precious raw papaya peel extracts in powder form I kept in the deep freezer are GONE.

Vanished. Disappeared into thin air. Disapparated themselves to where, I don't know.

So, all the work that I've done during the short semester, all the sleepless nights spent at the lab, all the body aches I got, all the time and money spent for the toll, the gas and whatnot to get the papayas from the farm in Lanchang to Kuantan, are all for NOTHING.

NOTHING.

I wonder why all these are happening to me (and Yusof and Haris).

I hate this.

We have to start from scratch now.
And it's already the middle of the semester.

And we have to get new papayas, which will be a big problem, because I don't have a car here.