Shall move over to tumblr.

http://clarexy.tumblr.com/

To the girl in question:

Face it. Everyone talks about someone else. Even your best friend talks about you. Talk does not equate to bitching or backstabbing. At least not, when the person only stated facts. Facts that you can’t deny. Whatever others infer from those facts, are not fault of the person stating them. You can’t blame the person for others imaginations and gossip tendencies.

So, point is, if you do not want people to talk about you, do not get involved in conspicuous acts. Eg; If you do not want others to say that you slept with someone else, do not stay in a hotel (or room) alone with that someone else. Eg; If you do not want others to say that you are a whore or a slut, don’t go around flirting with those who are already attached. Eg; If you do not want others to say that you are an annoying spoilt brat, stop acting like one.

Moral of the story, you can’t get people to stop talking about you. Even if you confront them about it or try so hard to prove your ‘innocence’ by appearing victimized or otherwise. Change yourself so others don’t have a chance or won’t even be interested to talk about you. Remember, talk does not mean backstabbing. Because the person talking stated facts but the people listening may infer.

Go think about it, young girl. Grow up while you can. But of course, you can ignore all these and remain in your attention seeking ways to cover up for your insecurity.

Best Wishes,
Clare Yau

P.S: I protect those I choose to, in MY way.

I wonder if..

(He was stealing some chicken wings)

(Still trying)

I will miss ww as much when he's gone. He's such a cute brat.

Don't read if you have low qualifications and can't accept the truth.

So young, so carefree, so happy. Seems like we've reached a point where my future lies in the decisions that I make. To think many of those in my age group haven't even grown up. Partying, planning oh-so-cool activities weekly or daily, not taking their studies seriously or even giving up their studies, not being able to sustain having a full time job for a month yet spending money like nobody's business, buying things that they can't afford, pestering parents to get this cool gadget and that branded bag for them.

I'm sorry if this offends anyone, just my 2 cents worth, but who the hell survives with just an 'O' level cert?! Even I think a diploma sucks big time, much less an 'O' level cert (96% of those who don't have a higher qualification is probably because their 'O' level results sucks. Which makes the whole situation worse!)

If you're girl, it's not totally fatal but make sure your husband earns enough and won't look down on you. Hard to say for guys these days or the stability of a marriage these days. He knows you can't survive without him, so he dares to do anything, including sleeping around. Let's say you get dumped, how are you gonna survive? Just on the maintenance alone? If both of you are young and divorced with no kids, how much maintenance do you think you can get? Dreaming big doesn't help now. Then you'll think about why he doesn't want you. (Let's put LOVE aside for now) Because he thinks you're a liability, he found someone more capable and able to contribute financially to the household. He finds capable women more appealing instead of someone who slacks around all day and wait for his return. Given the society we live in now, both scenarios, highly possible.

If you're a guy, -let's just keep it short- whoa, good luck to you surviving man.

Anyway, back to the topic. Maybe, these other people I'm talking about are just luckier. They may not be more well-to-do but maybe, their parents just don't push.

But at least, I learn how to be independent. So maybe, I'm luckier in a sense. Or maybe, it's just sour grapes (HAHAHAHAHA!) Who knows? Anyway, the above is just targeted at those with no drive to improve themselves, you do not need to be highly educated but at least, AT LEAST, have a decent job!

So now, Dad's been pestering me about my studies. Whether I want to go to UK or not. The more he says that it's no problem sending me there, it's no problem that I leave Singapore, it's no problem that I'll be away from home for a long time; the more stressed up I am. Problem. Problem. Problem. Dilemma. Dilemma. DILEMMA.

Anyway, I seriously miss Nicky boy. ): It's been 3 years since you've gone. I grew up with you, I played with you, you were my friend. You lick my tears whenever I hug you and cry over a tiff I had with Mom, over a fucked up relationship, over anything under the sun. I wish you were around.


Loves and misses loads. ): So sad now.
xoxo

Anniversary again!

Amazing, Two years just passed like that. Have been reading through my old posts (I'm not the only one that does it right?), those in livejournal and here. Realised how many happy memories we had together, and of course, the fights.

I remember:

• How we dated
• How we held each other hands and begin our mushy statement with "Even if you..... I will still love you"
• How we strolled around the airport because we weren't in school
• How we sat at Macs or Starbucks and I studied
• How we spent 2 Chinese New Years and 3 Christmas +New Year together
• How we first met each other's parents
• How we strolled around my house area, playing like kids in the parks
• Your post on friendster "I love Clare the Bob, indeed."
• How you held my hand and gave me a 15 min speech that very night 2 years back
• How my eyes welled up with joy when you want me to be your girl
• How we happily spent almost every possible, single waking minute together
• How we smile at each other in acknowledgment when we saw something and not need words to convey what we think
• How we first decided to adopt a cat
• How we cared for that lil' kitten together, witnessing its first meow, first walk, first rub against our legs and grinned to each other
  
• How we laugh so loud to each other because of our jokes or silly secrets or anything in the world

But I also remember:

• The multiple cold wars that we had
• The refusals to acknowledge our own mistakes
• Your inability to tolerate how calm and sarcastic I can be while we are in the midst of a supposed heated argument or how I love to choose these points in time to correct your English.
• The times when we quarrelled and fought and cried and you walked away
• The one time you packed my stuff and told me to get out
• The one time I removed your keys from my key ring and threw it as violently as I could
• The one time when you pulled me out from my lift so hard I thought my wrist would give way and my hand would drop

Albeit all these pandemonium gets us down sometimes, we both know that what lies beneath all these, is just that one word for each other that we, peculiarly, can't put into words. Love. ♥