coarse language ahead. please click away from this page if you're allergic to vulgarities.
talked to pris throughout the flight from sing to dubai. we were working in the same complex.
we are both victims of fucktards. the stories she told me, sent chills pumping through my veins. there are actually guys that cruel out there who con women of their bodies and feelings. if you just want sex, don't make the girl love you, fucker. there are girls who are willing to bed you with no commitments and love involved. go fucking look for those fucking girls. fucking leave girls like us alone, fucktards.
those stories made me super-aware. like all my senses came alive, and i start to think about all the tell-tale signs i might have missed. i started doubting the man i love so much. you see, those fucktards don't only fuck with our feelings at that point of time. they have fucked up our lives, our mindsets.
how can you question a man who makes you smile, laugh, believe in yourself, pick up your confidence, feel good about yourself, love yourself more, love life, and love him back deeply?
how can you start to see all men as sickos who see women as inflatable dolls?
i have hurt guys too. and i bet they must be feeling the same as me right now. that all girls are fucking bitches who are out to cheat them of their feelings and money.
i have made serious mistakes in the past. i only feel guilty towards 1 though. the rest probably deserve the heartbreak. but this doesn't mean i am proud of my wrongdoings.
and it's all coming back to me now. the hearts i break, and the number of times my heart will be broken. i think the ratio will somehow tally someday.
just recently, i broke down. it reminded me of a similar breakdown the beginning of this year in cairo. i just flopped down in a corner and sobbed uncontrollably. i realised how vulnerable we all become in relationships. we give the other party the most fragile part of us. our hearts. and it would be at the mercy of their every word and action. and everytime we get it back, it is missing a few pieces. as time goes by, those pieces are found through new love, a new haircut, a new job, or a change in environment. but at times, the jigsaw remains incomplete.
sometimes, we don't even get it back at all. the heart disappears with the man forever.
is that the beauty of love? its melancholy?
i see the pain in my dad's eyes whenever he sees my mom, her photos, or even hear us talking about her. he conceals all that heartbreak in curses and ugly words.
i see the nonchalent look on my mom's face when she hears about my dad, and participates in the badmouthing of him. i see the look of smugness whenever she tries to convince herself (truthfully or in-a-denial kinda way) that she was right in choosing to leave my dad.
i don't know which is sadder.
i feel sometimes, i blame my parents too much. i blame them for my inept ability to love. i blame them for the fear i have in me.
i forgot to thank them for breaking up. for forcing me to see the real world so quickly. and choosing which side to be on in this weird and wonderful, everchanging society. i was on the wrong side for awhile. now, even though i still behave like a brat sometimes, i've grown, and i know i will keep on doing so.
you know, i have this capability to go outta point very quickly and morph my blog entry from a sad one to a happy one and vice versa. that's why i love blogging. it clears my head of all the crap i contain.
you see how my thoughts flow, and you know how terrible it is to be a single particle in sabrina's body.
people, i'm trying to come to terms with my physical appearance right now. i'm blessed with pleasant looks. i should be happy already. don't know what's up with the constant nagging to be a barbie doll.
i gorge on food non-stop at times. i starve myself too. and then i gorge again. and i starve again. then i end up crying and bingeing all at once. i feel so down whenever i see my naked reflection staring straight back at me, urging me to commit suicide over that bulge, those flab, and the never-will-exist skinny limbs.
now waiting for my love to come online to rescue me from my insecurities. it's tough being in love with me, i realise.
gonna update soon on my spain trip (: i think travelling keeps me grounded.