so she’s unfriended me on fb

disappointed, Family, Tired

This Be The Verse

By Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.
 
But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.
 
Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

i never learn

Love, Tired

Sigh, was feeling like the worst kind of person today. But m came over and breathed some life into me. Tulips, one big pot of mexican chilli, and many many hugs. Thank god for him, really. Or …thank god??

Alright, here goes nothing.

yet another 2am night

Love, What I do when I'm stressed

m told me today that he liked my blog a lot more when it used to feature him heavily. hahaha. so here’s a post dedicated to him if he ever decides to sit down and do some reading that is not related to stumbleupon or otaku .net or his dissertation work. (although i maintain my position that it’s a good thing that my blog isn’t entirely about him, because we all know that all love and nothing else at all maketh a clingy, insecure girlfriend. i’m allowed to make this joke because i’ve been there before.) anyway, so here’s to you bub – i think you were lying when you said to me the other day that calling someone ‘bub’ is offensive (i mean, even urban dictionary casts it in a neutral-to-positive light and urban dictionary is the no. 1 offensiveness enthusiast) – and all the things that i love about you/us. there are so many things, where do i begin? i love that you are always planning little surprises for me which never turn out to be surprises in the end because you either decide to tell me, or i inadvertently make you tell me. i love the moments of us putting our feet up pondering about the future, planning for the realities of living in an expensive city and planning our exciting trips across my part of the world. i love your deadpan responses to all my exclamations and outbursts. i love how you notice every little abandoned gasp and soft sigh that escape from my mouth. i love how you never fail to ask. i love that you obviously disagree with my choices but still respect them. i love that you are always there when i have fallen from being a fool, as i am prone to. i love that you apologise even when it isn’t your fault. i love the quiet understanding between us. i love that you still break into uncontrollable giggles after saying something sweet. i love that you realised the other day we are approaching a year, then promptly freaked out and told your mother. i love that as we sat next to each other poring over the search results on rightmove . co.uk, you turned to me and said with all seriousness, i’m really looking forward to living with you. i love that we have so much fun even when doing the most mundane activities. i love the laughter we share. the one inside joke. but so much laughter. i love that the word of choice when it comes to our long-term plans is now ‘once’ instead of ‘if’. bub, happy almost-1-year anniversary and here’s to many many many more adventures together.

My love affair with the cats

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The cats at Sunnyside Cottage have slowly but surely made me fall head-over-kitten-heels (haha, geddit?) for them.

There is Tom, who generally likes to mind his own business except when he wants food. The way to Tom’s heart is through his stomach, and he seems to understand that the way to his stomach is through the human’s heart. You’ll know to get up in the morning because Tom will be there, purring all over your face and licking your chin over and over again until you get up and feed him. Here’s a cat that knows the importance of a good breakfast; he must need it to start his day right. And when you enter the kitchen, he’ll look at you with those Puss-in-Boots eyes and follow you everywhere like a besotted lover. When not hungry, however, Tom is finnicky and fussy about affection. You can stroke him and pet him and rub his back, and all you’ll get is the silence of indifference. Sometimes he decides he is tired of human touch and leans in the direction away from your hand. With Tom, you sometimes have to steel your heart. He’s a tough one to crack, that Tom. But offer him a few slices of ham, and he will love you intensely once again.

And then there is Logan, who is the quintessential figure you love to hate and hate to love. Like the superhero that shares his namesake, Logan appears proud, stubborn and defensive. And he is one to put up a fight. But secretly, he craves a good cuddle. Logan will scratch you one moment and then jump into your lap purring for attention the next. He doesn’t play coy – Logan spells out what he wants and he wants it now. But what Logan wants are simple things. It doesn’t matter how you stroke him; the clumsiest of fingers will make him happy and earn his love. He tells you this by purring so hard his body trembles and by rubbing his head gently against your chest. Sometimes, you don’t even have to do anything, and your presence alone is enough to make Logan purr with delight. You bask in it all and think to yourself, alright Logan I forgive you for everything. Often, Logan is so excited about spending time with you he forgets about his claws and accidentally digs them into your lap. It can really hurt. But that’s Logan, so frank and forward with his love he doesn’t always know how to play by the rules.

Finally, there is Piccolo. Piccy is quite the walking contradiction – both an intrepid explorer and a timid loner. Piccy is often hiding, away from people and sometimes even away from his fellow cats. His favourite hiding spots are kept secret, in the outside world. Piccy likes to go off and have a little wander on his own but also likes to sit outside the window mewing at you to let him in. Sometimes he sits next to you and you wish he could talk and tell you all about the adventures he’s had outside. You wish you could ask him about his love of solitude. But you know too that even if Piccolo could speak, he would probably be a man of few words…he would perhaps occasionally stun you with a statement that drips with wisdom and walk away before you knew how to react. Piccy doesn’t trust easily; even when eating, he jumps at hearing the slightest footstep, and he looks at you sharply, as if to ask if anything’s wrong. You can’t help but develop a soft spot for Piccolo and his little guarded heart. So you sit by him as he eats, reassuring him with pats and strokes and little kitty sounds of encouragement. Sometimes you wrap him up in your arms like a baby and whisper to him that no matter how far and wide he goes there’ll always be someone waiting for him back home.

Hungry!!

Food

Despite all the midnight cheesy fries and pizzas and pastas and steaks and paninis and berries all year round, cheap cheese, or herbs that belong in Martha Stewart’s kitchen, I still miss singapore food so, so much. Attempts by well-intentioned but slightly misled chefs just don’t cut it after a while. Sigh.

still grappling

Tired

from distant pop stars to your closest childhood friends, there is always so much subconscious victim-blaming going on. it’s mostly always ‘why does she have to be such a bitch’ ‘she was the one being stupid’ ‘she should have walked away why didn’t she’ ‘well she made those bad decisions’ or ‘she could have sought help but she didn’t!’ etc, etc. can’t say I’m not guilty of such thoughts myself but I try to catch myself and would never think of articulating them. Newton said it best. To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction. Cause And Effect. People, it’s really not that hard to understand!! have observed, however, that the best way to play this game is to be absolutely rational and express little to no negative emotion, not publicly anyway. or not care. (did I mention how everyone adores the person who doesn’t care?) throw in a little dismissive joke or two. get a few cheap laughs and yay you just scored bonus points. why does the world reject negativity so much? what if that really is it? growing up is getting more disappointing by the day.