Little Girl In The Mirror


Little girl, oh my little girl.

By now you should've learned to be wise.

Never let your walls come down completely.

Never believe in just words.

Believe in a kind heart.

Be brave, little girl.

I'm rooting for you.

Thinking About It


I have been thinking about my life and my relationship with Lazy.

I realized that throughout all those cumulative years, I've somehow molded myself into half of a person and forgotten how to be myself.

Was talking to my sister the other day, and we came to the realization that in order for me to be truly happy, I need to find myself. I need to be comfortable doing things that I want to do alone.

I can not keep waiting for him to do things with me, because then it'll never get done. I also can't mope around the house waiting for him for hours on end when he attends stuff that he can't bring me.

In that sense, I also can not only wait for him to go do stuff without me before I can do my own stuff. Because by then, I'll be at a loss when he goes and end up moping around the house for hours on end again.

I also need to learn to ignore his 'not-happy' look. Because everytime I want to go do my own things, he gives that look and I'll feel so guilty that in the end, I won't go. I resent that.

So, for a start, I guess I'm just going to have to talk to him about giving me the time to find out who I am and what I really want to do. Even if its just small stuff like playing basketball or meeting friends.

*cringes*

Lapdancing/Striptease Classes





Freaking painful!


I have bruises and aches in places I didn't even knew existed.


On the up side, because it was an all-ladies' studio, we were free to walk around in sports bras and hot short shorts.

First lesson alone was torturous. I don't know why I signed up for 7 more classes, but I did.


We did sexy walking, touching, basic movements, and floorwork. Oh god the floorwork. Technically the sexiest part of all, but also can easily turn gross with wrong expressions and movements.


The floorwork was also the killer for me, and probably the entire room full of girls. You can hear groans and muffled yelps, and the occasional thump of a girl whose arms gave out and who fell the the floor in a painful heap.


I'm still very much sore today, but it comes with an odd sense of accomplishment.


Onwards we GOOOOOOO!!!!!

New Friends

Random Squawk: I notice that my recent posts all seem a little "me" centric lately. Please bear with this while I fine tune them out.


I like meeting new people and interacting with them on a personal level.

You know, when you meet new people in a group, you never seem to be able to get to know the real them until eons later (if you're still in contact) or never, whichever comes later.

I like to be able to converse with people on an intellectual level (which rules out stupid people) and get to know the real them. What they like, what they don't like.

You can actually tell a lot about a person by first interaction alone with them, even more so while playing games of any kind. But since a lot of first meetings don't come with a pack or cards or board games, that's ruled out.

I find that the happiest people are those who are contented with what they have, but also with a drive to excel and succeed with what they're doing. Those are the kind of people who are the most pleasant to be around.

There are those laden with problems too. The trick is to see past that and look at how they deal with those problems.

Of course, I don't scrutinise everyone I come into contact with, and I don't judge them, so you can relax. I simply let the feelings come as and when they do.

I do, however, scrutinise how I come across to people. I keep a chokehold on myself, my actions and my words, so as not to present the worst side of me. (Blogging is different, I'm probably never going to meet you anyway, so I can show you that as much as I want. So there. )

After all, isn't this what everyone secretly does on some level?


To my new friends who are probably never going to read this (because I took out the link from my Facebook page) - I do hope you guys stay around.


Friendship bears no grudges. Friendship goes through thick and thin. And the ones who leave, probably aren't worth being friends with anyway.


I'm morbid as hell, and my dirty jokes and puns are non-stop. If you're uncomfortable with that, leave now.


For the rest of you...


I'd like to be your friend :)

Feel


Feel what you're feeling now.

Embrace it.

Now tell me. What is it exactly you are feeling? What is it called? Where does it come from? How did it get wedged so deep in there that you had to pull it out of you to examine it?

I ask myself these questions every day.

Right now, I'm feeling..... nothing.

I can't cross-examine myself because I don't have anything to cross-examine in the first place.

Am I turning into a monster?

I need to get back in touch with my inner-self.

你听到了吗







......................... 心碎的声音

Emptiness


There will always be an emptiness inside of you. Inside of all of us.

This blog is a very good example. For the years upon years that I've blogged, and the miniscule amounts that have affected you, my dear reader, it ultimately boils down to this - nothing.

When you read back at past achievements, past failures, past ups and past downs, you see only stories. So do I. I don't feel what I felt when I wrote those words so many years ago. I, like you my dear reader, have grown up and out of what I thought was an empty shell. We've all grown up together, pulled through joys and sorrows.

I thought that if I fulfilled my dreams, I will no longer be empty. I thought that if I took what I felt was the correct path to happiness, I will no longer be empty. I thought that simply by trying to live the perfect life, I will no longer be empty. I was wrong.

I got what I always wanted - a man who loves and values me more than his own life. A dream bike - the Suzuki GSXR 750. A dream house near to my mother's. Two perfect dogs. A whole bunch of friends that I have a love-hate relationship with.

And yet...

I still feel the emptiness inside.

I am sometimes envious of the young girl inside of me, who used to laugh and brood over the smallest of matters. The young girl who would be affected emotionally over almost every single thing that happens to her. I can no longer feel joy. I can no longer feel sorrow. I can no longer be bothered with anger. It just feels like there's a black hole inside of me, swallowing up every emotion before I have a chance to process or feel it.

I give myself every opportunity to relive what it feels like to have feelings again, but it all comes around to bite me in the ass. If I have the free rein to explore those feelings, maybe I wouldn't be so empty inside.

I recently met an old, old friend. You know, sometimes when you meet old friends whom you've not met for awhile, your actions and mentality will go back to that age at which you hung out with that friend? Well I met this friend when I was in primary school, and then again at age 18 for awhile.

He arouse a mirage of feelings inside of me, most of which are directed at my own self. Because of his appearance, I started questioning my own self worth. I started questioning who I've become. I've started questioning the choices I've made. And I realised that.... I'm miserable.

I don't have people I can rely on to talk about my feelings, other than my boyfriend, who is usually the catalyst of my moods so I can't really tell him everything. I have 2 people I can talk to, but not rely on, and it's not their fault because they have their own lives too. I have a whole bunch of friends in my clique (well actually there are 6 of us), none of which I can pour my heart out to.

And I can only stare helplessly, as I watch my life spiral deeper and deeper down this vortex, probably never to return.

Help me.