Massage

I came back from my facial + massage + lunch at the Gardens at 4pm today. Collapsed on the bed and only woke up at 7pm.

Urgh…

I ALWAYS ALWAYS go for Shiatsu but ALWAYS ALWAYS regret it after.

Like now.

My shoulders are SORE like no gym outing would cause, and I just feel drained. Why oh why do I not learn? The masseuse’s hands were like these giant clamps cum rolling pins kneading away at my muscles. And her thumbs just pressed and pressed and pressed…*ow…*

I did tell her to go easy at the beginning, okay…then apparently she forgot and decided to go all out. I suppose all the other tai tais like it that way while massaging away their cellulite.

Hello?! I’m fatter now but I’m not THAT fat! Watch out for my bones!

Reminder to self: Choose aromatherapy massage next time!!!

My Small Car

I was driving along Elite in my darling Kelisa. From the right (I was NOT that slow) came this garbage truck. He cut into my lane. It was then that I noticed something spraying out of the side of the truck.

WASTE WATER! Spraying a fine mist onto my car!!!

:((((((((((((

Dah lah I have to endure endless bullying from other big car drivers, now this stinky garbage truck have to come and spurt stinky water onto my car!

You all wait till I’m the one driving a truck! HMPF!

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Birthday

Another year has gone by. Another birthday has come. Ever since pa passed away, I have not had a ‘happy’ birthday.

As I grew cynical, I would sneer at all the cliched textbook celebrations. Dinner, flowers, presents, friends, cake…Now, it’s all I could wish for. Do you realize how hard it is for someone to make the effort to buy you a birthday cake? Or for friends to make the time to have dinner with you? And above all, how precious it is to be able to celebrate your birthday along with your father.

Never more, my broken heart says

For all that is past

And today you are alone

With wishes bountiful, hopes aplenty

But noone to care, noone to feel for you, noone who’s really there

And so in tears, you sing to yourself

Happy birthday, happy birthday to me

Enough is enough

When outsiders can see it more clearly than you can, you know that you’re having a case of tinted glasses. Well, mine shall be tinted no more. Not my first break-up, but hopefully it will be my last. This is my life, and I have to be happy for myself.

I once said that he makes me want to be a better person. Unfortunately, it seems to be because he wouldn’t have it any other way. My friend says you’ve found the right match when you can put up with each other’s shit most of the time. It’s obvious now that we’re not the right match for each other.

Funny how as I grow older, I seem to understand my parent’s predicament better. I care about him still, but the hurt has been too deep. You think you’re in hell? Well, welcome to the world you put me in.