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can i go home now?

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last one, i promise

there’s actually one special person to thank for my mind-numbing phobia of getting hurt. surprise surprise, it actually doesn’t stem from my ex-boyfriend (he left me with years of emotional baggage including but not limited to low self esteem, psychosis and irrational paranoia, but that’s another post entirely reserved for a particularly bad day). i [...]

cancelled impromptu coverline

wow. what a liar. no needs to sees my face ever agains. happeess liaos? byes~

friendship = friendshit

yes, i understand that a friendship is not Give and Take balancing in perfect equilibrium. having said that, i expect (actually demand) that this deviation stay within a certain set of boundaries, which is, unfortunately enough, determined by whim and fancy. some people i’d forgive for crashing my car; some people i’d never speak to [...]

better an undesirable option than none

how is it that religious conflict ultimately spells the demise of a relationship but the same-sex problem isn’t a problem at all?

placid fantastic

conflict, strife and misery equals a recipe for heart-stopping, tear-jerking, wrist-slitting drama; my life as i know it is a lovely double chocolate cake, accompanied with a glass of cold milk. absolutely delish.

happy birthday

20/11/1987 – 10/10/2006

of relationships and fucking them up

after a spontaneous hiatus (more of a passing zephyr of indifference rather than a calculated leave of absence) i have not one rambling soliloquy, but two! (if you can actually quantify those pesky nouns.) i think there’s only so much you can push, threaten, lecture, plead, beg, bargain and beseech someone who isn’t interested in [...]

let’s dance like we used to

bird hunting

Stop it. Only the both of us know what transpired and as time passes even that slowly fades from memory. Your version of events is not mine. And the truth disappears in the archive of a forsaken email account. But. Does it even matter? I know what I had to live with. What I had [...]

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“If your friends all jumped off a bridge, would you jump off too?” if you asked me, i probably would have. i got into trouble for you, got dragged into random fights because of you, obligingly entered into your petty little power struggles (less of struggles than they were games, we all know who would [...]