Yesterday is here.

Having thought about this whole issue which is going on inside me, I have decided to delete the post "This is not a Hate Mail!" I really should think I shouldn't be entangled in this weave of emotions which should be long forgotten. And come to accept the way he was, and whichever way he is now. Reading the older posts, looking back, I realized how stupid I had been. I had been used! And those words which he had said to me all sound so easy now. They are convincingly better lies, and I see nothing now. When I had him, I thought I knew and saw everything. Then again, nothing regarding him is of my concern. I no longer wish to miss any of those careless words and the easy times he had when I bore all the difficulties. And if I do give way and bawl, the reason would be me, just for me myself.

I just went to facebook and saw this stupid application "Do you think your friend dresses up well?" and revealed the one person who clicked on "No" on me. Hmm? I think shirts and pants to a lousy club named butterfly or whatever, spaghetti straps with mini denim skirts + heels are really his cups of tea. But then again, whatever. 

I totally tried out fake eyelashes today! And my god, I swear I am addicted to em already! I want to even wear em to sleep man. And I had wanted to snap some photos of me in lashies but heck, I lost my right contacts and I went to shower as soon as I got home.

Wenny is being funny loh. Asked me on MSN to text her as soon as I see her message, and she ain't replying now. Boo hoo. 

Friends do leave. I do leave too (not suggesting anything to you Wenny). I cannot count the number of people I have dropped along this journey, but hey, plastic is a non-biodegradable waste and it's harmful to the landscape. I don't know, I sound like a hater.

The last time I went madly in love was in year 2005. And that was the only time it ever happened. I went nuts for someone else not me. And I declared to the whole world that I loved him. It was very mutual. We were more than effulgence. And I am really thankful it happened, even though he and I are pretty much talking strangers now.

I miss falling in love with lotsa P.D.As.

To sign off this post, I decided to cite what I came up with last night while typing out that "not a hate mail".

And it's for him, Aloysius Teoh, from me.

Lying is the most fun you can have without taking off anyone's clothes. But it's better if everyone does.