Time lost is time you won't get back. Treasuring each and every moment is hard work. Once you start letting it slip from your mind, it slips away quietly like the every grain of sand in an overturned hourglass - it's happening, but you're not consciously aware of it. So then when you actually do realise it, time has once again gone past so fast - wasted.

Why do we have to change the way we do things just because we find ourselves in a relationship? I don't see the logic.

Ky got me thinking and debating about the things couples do for the sake of making each other happy. There are so many reasons I could have told her why they do what they do, and why we will never ever see the flawed logic or understand what they are going through, until we find someone who likes us and whom we like in return - resulting in a relationship.

I don't attempt to try to make sense of something I know I have never experienced, and I won't even judge them for it. But it does get very irritating, or frustrating, mostly, when they start doing things in a relationship that they said they never would when they were single, you know what I mean?

Hypocrisy - that's the word I ended up with after thinking about it. I mean, aren't we all, in some way or another, hypocrites? Come on, by not admitting it, are you saying you're morally superior than us? Well, then your actions are just a reminder that you're being a hypocrite yourself. It's a vicious cycle, one I had trouble trying to wrap my head around.

I guess it's some sort of pheromones clouding your judgement. When you're in love, you're literally blind, oblivious to your surroundings. You breathe for your significant other, all you want is for them to be happy. I may sound sarcastic now, and yes, it may just bite me in the ass when I get into a relationship (chances of?), but I know I can't understand RIGHT NOW. In my position at this point in time, I can't make sense of why you have to meet up almost every single day of the week to just be in the company of each other... Does that equal being in a relationship? If being in a relationship of love meant having to give up all my private time just to be in the presence of my other half, and feel his presence, then... it's really just "hanging out", isn't it?

Okay, so while being together, there is conversation and topics that one will discuss... do you tell him what you had for breakfast? How you brushed your teeth? Where you are going? Nobody has THAT many things to say, do they?

It's like having another father, just that you're nicer to him; - Ky's words.


I was a little disturbed by her thought process... but nonetheless you can't deny it.

For me, the point of being in a relationship means to have that feeling that you're loved, and cared about. That someone is thinking about you at this very moment. That confirmation and warm fuzzy feeling thereafter comforting your very soul. It doesn't necessarily mean you have to be PHYSICALLY present at every single second of your existence. It's that comforting FEELING, THAT SECURITY. The fact that you know he's right there when you need him, not that you need him now, but the fact that he is.

Right? I mean, yes, you can talk on the phone before you go to sleep at night, that's perfectly fine. You can text till 2am in the morning that's alright with me. But I need my space. I need him to be able to say, "Okay, I know you are going to meet with your friends. Have fun and I'll talk to you tomorrow." Not, "You're meeting with your friends? Will you be back late? Who are you meeting? Can you leave early, I want to see you." That's not being in a relationship, that's being locked up in a cage you can't break out of.

Space and trust. You've got to give me space, and trust in me that I will do the right thing by you. That's all I've got to say. And if you can't do either, you're not worth my time at all.

x

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on a brighter note, I'm interviewing FOSTER THE PEOPLE tomorrow and going for their gig, let 2012 officially begin for me! :)

Just starting to recall the remnants of 2011 as another year bites the dust, but so many great things happened, I'm really blessed to have lived it at all. The start of the year was ultimately promising, as all years do, but then it kind of went downhill a little bit, but I think all in all it ended off great. If I could plot the year in a graph, which I think I should totally do every year, it would look something like this:






Spent the last day of 2011 with the best people I could ever spend it with... eating dimsum no less.... HAHAHA. We have to go again!!! Vivocity had lousy fireworks, remind me never to go there for countdown again....

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