You can save that dude

Whether "you" are ever gonna read this,

I actually no longer save your number in my phone, and have no intention to reply your text(s).

My birthday just passed was actually fantastic, there is actually someone who does care about me and put in real effort in making me happy. Well, you don't need to know.

Unlike that cheap manipulative bitch, I don't try to save a safeline for coming back later. When I break up, I break up clean. No ambiguity nor entanglements. So that you know, when you lose me, you lose me forever. And that's your loss. Not mine. I am certain about that.

Keep well,
A

p.s Please return me the HKSI notes, CFA books and my calculator. I actually still need them.
You can drop the stuff at my lobby with the guard for my pick up. As for other stuff, you may either return/ throw away at your discretion.

Living Happily Ever After

A Brand New Life since Aug 2009.

Speed of recovery reaches new heights. Proof of maturity.

For the self-centred ones who showed no self-reflection, only knew about placing blames on others, and wasted my 2 yrs, are now at my lowest priority and irrelevant.

Supportive family, friends, mentors are all I must thank for. Let me fall and learn, their counsel is precious.

Feeling so loved, blessed and at peace with myself since, and time just swifts by. Filling my life with simple pleassure and confident living.

There is soooooo much I am looking forward to nowadays and I wanna share it with a certain somebody. The person who has been fuelling me with support, motivation and love, who has made me wanting to reciprocate. You know who you are.

Now fearless, I am going to give my best shot.

My Interpretation

This suits perfectly for how I feel...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OOf2hb4Wz8

My Interpretation --- Mika

You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our head.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.

[CHORUS]
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.

[CHORUS]

It's really not such a sacrifice

[CHORUS]

And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Taking Charge --- of my problems !?

Yes, everything and anything --- is MY PROBLEM.

Things do not work out as planned...is MY PROBLEM.

Not being able to let go of emotions and standards...resulting in stress and poor health... is also OWN F**KING PROBLEM.

I am starting to like this phrase "MY PROBLEM". My new cliche. I am loving it.