The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.


Ideally, Myvis are not build to take corners at 80km per hour but mine does.

Ideally, I shouldn’t have that many glasses of wine, but I do.

Ideally, I shouldn’t eat supper right before bed, but I do.

Ideally, I should be 5kgs lighter than my current body weight, but I am not.

Ideally, I should be going to bed and waking up at the same time everyday, but I don’t.

Ideally, I should drink more water, exercise, cut out junk food, but fat chance.

Ideally, I shouldn’t be batting my eyelids at anything with a penis, but I do.

Ideally, I shouldn’t have led him on when we both know its going nowhere, but I did.

Ideally, I shouldn’t stalk your social media platforms, but I do.

Ideally, I shouldn’t read so much into your Instagram captions, or what those desperate girls write, but I do.

Ideally, I shouldn’t be asking after your welfare, or pray for you at night but I do.

Ideally, it’s been more than a month and I should have been over you by now.

But I am not.


Chellam,  heaven knows your name by heart, by the sheer amount of prayers I have been saying for you.

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  1. Chun Keat 24th November 2014 on 1:55 am Reply

    Time will take away everything. The scar will stay, but not the pain. Till then, find distraction, be a queen.

  2. perth chinky 22nd April 2015 on 11:25 pm Reply

    This is the strangest thing to say, but I feel so much of you in me.
    Loved a flying man, who took flight.
    My choice to let him go, but my heart and thoughts are yet still tied to him.
    The pain is real but yet it’s indescribable.
    The more i read of your hurt, the more i feel mine.
    I’m sorry for being selfish, but I hear me so much, when I read of you.
    I love writing, especially from how you do yours, but I never made it.
    Please be my mentor.


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