firstly, i'm SO ENVIOUS of your (mis)adventures in prague and budapest. [i love saying "budapest". it's such a religious-sounding word. hah. riight.] it makes me question my motives for staying in such a mundane place like singapore, where an example of an adventure is watching the orchard road lightup and excitement is attained from watching **** people like SLY and his ridiculous finger pointing thing/assymetrical horror of a smile on singapore idol. i cannot believe some girls want to be his bride. (the bride of SLY. eww)
if that is the case, i'm joining the nunnery.
i told verrell,"if sly is the epitome of beauty in singapore, i'm giving up my citizenship."
so much has been happening recently. if you read my first entry in december, ricky is the orang utan who called me at 3am to introduce himself. a friend of his friend (i'm going to slaughter whoever that person is by the way) offered him my hp number on the pretext that i'm 'pretty and nice'. what am i now? a prostitute? it angers me knowing guys are still capable of such trash. i feel devalued. my personal stock and share market value has plummeted.
i know it is a sick joke. probably some bitchygirl/boy out to get my temper flared up. hah. they succeeded. now they have to deal with the aftermath. i'm sure you of all people should know how bad my temper can get. inborn violence runs in the family :) *sweet smile+cracking knuckles*
he went all ballistically psycho a la glenn close in fatal attraction, without the actual affair. get it? i've never seen or spoken to this psycho in my LIFE. and he claims to know me SO WELL. I broke his heart TWICE without even knowing of his existence, which by the way i recommend woodbridge to be a good place of residence and existence. he started shouting and screaming and FAKE CRYING- apparently I LED HIM ON by not telling him i have a boyfriend (what a joke!), and all the while there was someone whispering cues to him in the background. i may live in a house where everyone shouts because everyone's going deaf (or vice versa) but i can still pick up on these little things- faithful follower of CSI? *raises hand*
i know i sound really miffed and pissed because of my constant use of bold and italic words, but really. i'm not THAT angry. it takes ALOT more to get me to start flinging things at people.
oh yeah :) haha. we got our facts wrong. ashley aka next door neighbour just wanted to be your friend. according to reliable sources/Carol News Network (CNN) and maid next door whom he confided in, he was after the other sister. which i find pretty funny, he's a sweet nice caring guy and all, but remember what i said? wayy too serious. he gave up when carol fed over information that the other party wasn't interested in commitment (beep! wrong. nice try carol!)
up ahead on skaterboy territory, disaster struck. sarah told his sister. his sister told her best friend S. S. came to the party and informed us that the sister also told the mother. the mother told HIM. he told the girl he likes/other woman. the other woman did a U-turn and told S. S. told me.
wow. bravo people! way to prove singapore is indeed small.
i doubt he'd be flattered. he'd think i was re-enacting scenes from fatal attraction or something, once again without the actual affair having taken place. i PRAY he never finds this. he would probably go into witness protection or leave the country, FOR REAL.
i'm not going to go after him.
fate has brought me this far. i don't know what lies ahead, but i think i'm better off not knowing- in this case. the worst thing i could do is to get my hopes up so high, only to fall even harder later on. he likes someone. sound familiar? he WAS wounded. he's healing his wounds with someone else. i WAS wounded. i've healed my own wounds- well, sort of. i put a plaster on it (first aid) until i can receive further treatment (read: until i meet someone i like and go for/goes for me), then only will my wound heal completely.
please take care of yourself. also, take GOOD CARE of the beautiful strangers surrounding you :) take pictures too, if you can. i need some proof of the existence of beauty (specifically, male) in the world today.
list of christmas gifts:
mummy: a book from kinokuniya amptly titled "the 100 simple secrets of happy people"
V3: a lilac and white striped polo shirt from 77th street [unanimous: it's nice and reminds us of daddy]
carol: a pretty yellow tee shirt from U2.
grandma: mummy gave me a purse to give grandma because i forgot to buy her something :(
you: i haven't gotten you anything yet simply because i haven't found anything special+unique+one-of-a-kind enough. i thought of buying you a boy *cheeky grin* but it sound like there's a plentiful amount over where you are. i might just have to make you something. something ONLY YOU will have.
i think i'm starting to ROCK! at this buyinggiftsthing :) thanks oprah!
p/s: i LOVE johnny depp on oprah tonight! his adorable little wordless shoulder+chin shrug MELTS ME.
p/p/s: send over the presents! quick! i'm CRAVING for MORE :) my journal beckons..
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