Of course I didn't care much about the rest of the things he said after that cause all I can think about is that comparison made. It was like voices trapped within tightly sealed jars that's meant to keep the cookies from turning bad and the sad thing is, I can't loosen it. I was mad. Really mad. But I didn't figure out why I was then. Couldn't. I didn't get myself too. Why was I mad? Not that it wasn't a fact he was stating. So technically speaking, there was nothing to be mad about unless I intend to be unreasonable and get mad with the truth or with honesty or anything/people that associates with it. Then when I hung up and started thinking again. I realized. I wasn't mad. I was hurt. And I guess that's much more worse than being mad. Because in the course of life and relationships, I have come to, under bitter circumstances and experiences, learnt that being hurt is something that is far more exhausting and demands way more effort to heal and that occasionally, some wounds just won't ever disappear or stop haunting you.

Thank you for loving me and a whole lot of other stuff that I can never finish listing

Not sure how I should react to this endless greed for love

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Thboy will be leaving for Bangkok tomorrow and I'm not sure what to feel about staying in Singapore without him and at the same time buried in piles of assignments that are all due next week. Mostly I think about how to deal with the latter. I have, according to Clar, 55 actual human figure drawings to be done and I don't think I'm up to it. I keep thinking about how in movies they always have this particular classmate who take up odd jobs like helping his/her fellow classmate complete their work. I think I can offer a decent price for that sort of job. But the problem is there is no such classmate in my situation. No one have extra time for odd jobs anymore. Oh no... What is the world becoming?

The face that never fails to lit me up

start of a new year

i welcomed 2013 holding the hands of two of my favourite people in the world and on top of that, beautiful fireworks are bursting in the sky at the same time. what more can i ask for?

new year's day is time meaningfully spent at the hospital followed by a scrumptious steamboat for dinner with thboy and jack. also, earlier on during the walk back home after lunch, thboy decided that i should add in 'going to the gym with him once a month' into my list of 2013 resolutions but i rejected without considering but now that i look back, maybe i should really slot that in. or maybe not..

now deep in my throat lives an ulcer that hurts everytime i swallow my saliva. the pain is slight and bearable for now and to prevent it to hurt more, i drink a cup of water everytime i walk in the kitchen but it doesn't seem like it's helping and i'm now trying to envision the time that comes when my throat is so red and sore i lose my voice and the ability to eat whatever i like and the nagging voice of thboy beside my ear continuously denying me my favourite junk foods. should that happen, it shall be conferred my first disaster of 2013. so they say.. good times don't last?