today's horoscope reads...
The Bottom Line
Like a painter, you need to take time to step back and look at your masterpiece.
In Detail
Today you take the reins. Maybe you're on a carousel riding your favorite lilac horse next to your sweetie pie, who is riding their favorite sea-foam green dragon. Maybe you're the office's version of an old-fashioned stagecoach driver. Either way, you've got everything (including your trusty steed) under control. The golden ring is going to hit its mark! The carousel bell is going to ring! The mail is going to arrive! Whew.
and i have one word for it:
CRAP.i
hate you but i love you.
why do i always hafta hang around, and wait for you to be free so you'll finally think of me and of meeting me.
mondays, usually after school, i travel to jurong to accompany you home, after your work. and sometimes hafta wait around till you knock off late from OT.
tuesdays, i get up early to travel 1.5hrs to jurong to have 1hr lunch with you then head to school.
wednesdays, my only day off school but you have to work.
thursdays, like mondays, i went to jurong after school to accompany you to my cousin's place at bishan for tuition and hang around at my cousin's place till you end.
fridays, we dont usually meet. and it's understandable if you say cos you've been workin all week and you wana rest. but all of a sudden you're telling me you're playing soccer with friends EVERY FUCKING FRIDAY.
saturdays, you tuitor till evening and leave a couple of hours to hang out with me. but where can we go with my parents so irritatingly strict on my these days? not enough time for movies. no money for shopping. no more appetite for dinner. and why cant you push your tuitions earlier so we can meet like in the late afternoon?
sundays, you have got tuition the whole day so we dont meet.
i can understand you've got lots of commitment and you barely have time for me. but when i make effort to go all the way to jurong to find you, at least be nicer to me can? like yesterday, i barely said more then 2 sentences and you lost your patience at me. and it's not like i was lecturing you or what. i was merely telling you a joke.
i can understand how tired you get by your workload and wouldnt want to meet me sometimes. but how can i go on being
that understanding when you reserve fridays for soccer. and by saturdays when we finally go out in the evening, you'll be so drained our outings will sum to as good as nothing.
i dont have an issue with you hanging out with your friends. nor with your playing soccer. but your back's old injury has been a prob for too long, dont you think playing soccer every friday is gonna be a big strain on your old injury?
i can understand that you've got lots of financial difficulties and dont have money to bring me out and when we do, we go on dutch. i also dont mind to fork out more for some of your stuff so long we're both happy. i can thus, also understand you dont buy me gifts, not even on special occassions.
and even when you promise you'll get me something, dont count on that to make me happy. cos i never need a 'bought gift' to make me happy.
if i can choose having a quiet friday or saturday out with a refreshed and well-rested you to a $100 topshop voucher, i'd flush the latter into the toilet bowl and choose to hang out with you.
break ups after break ups after break ups. but we still have the same issues as before. you often say you're trying, and i know you're. but in many areas, i do think you could have been more thoughtful and meticulous with the things you do.
cassan says, 'mayb you dont love him whole-heartedly to accept him for what he can do and what he cant do too.'
maybe.
but at the same time, i feel this heart-wrenching pain in myself. is it really?
i'm also human. there is a certain limit i can take. and why should i even be the one to be going through all these?
why is it that i see sandra's and lionel's blog, they're all bout how often they see each other and how sweet they're to each other. and when i hang out with joy, she's always got neyton by her side.
i'm very very tired.
but i love you so much. i refuse to let this go again...
and on days like this, i cant do much but silently cry my heart out.