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Dear D…

This open letter could have been laced with much more personal anger, if not for the fact that I bled out my hormones, and that you are someone my dear friend still care aplenty for.

Trust me, seeing a friend of mine in this much pain, I could have swayed this letter to be filled with so much bias-ness that my seething rage would bite you hard, but what’s the point of this, when you probably will wriggle your way out with all the slime in your hair gel, like you always do.

From your cruel, insensitive jibes at my friend, I am not sure if this letter would even get across to you in the way I wish it would without you getting overly defensive with your ego blindsiding you.

I can only extend as much civility to you in the hope that you could do the same to your wife, the mother of your child, a friend I have immense respect and care towards. This graciousness, is something I have learnt from her, especially how she has handled the abyss of grief you have created for her in the past one and half months.

The past is not what is important, never mind that you had cheated with someone from your property agency just when she was pregnant with your child, and decided to go ahead and marry you when you were gifted with the forgiveness of a big-hearted woman.

Yes, that was perhaps the pitfall of many women, to believe that a man could change for the better, for the sake of their children, and maybe to believe that they are indeed special, don’t we already know that?

Hurhur, I should know that very well personally.

Don’t you already know that, having the first hand experience when the bombshell dropped that your parents were getting a divorce because of your dad’s infidelity, and that your mum could no longer bear the pain and suffering to be emotionally tormented by such a man?

It is just a pity you decided to take after, and be that very same person who hurt your mum.

S told me, how it was perhaps the hurt from your past that you never did recover from, that you needed that validation.

Is that why you have unwittingly taken after a trait you resented deep down inside you, I don’t know, or maybe, do you blame your mum for what happened, that you try to test it out on the women around you, proving that flow of forgiveness and credits of love would never run out, and that it would have been possible for her to stay on for the sake of the family?

When S got in touch with me, she was helpless, and she was in so much pain, and yet she was a picture of stoic calm, still asking herself if it would be possible to forgive, and try to forget, and taking it as a phase that you would eventually grow out of.

She knew it was her choice, and that it was perhaps her initial forgiveness that might have spur your rampant ego that you would once again get away with it, unscathed, scotfree, and maybe it’s time she realises that the institute of marriage is something you have no respect for, and you have chosen to head to the other extreme, the wrong one I might add, with the chance you were given.

Feel free to correct me, it all started on the day when you didn’t return home, and insisted that you did.

Pardon me as I need to contain my chuckles, but as naive and stupid we may appear to be sometimes, but do you think any woman would NOT even realise when their partners didn’t return home?

Especially when the signs were there since December, but something she thought nothing of because you always had work as excuses.

It was until your excuses ran out that you decided to spin a lie that you slept in your BWM convertible cos it was too far for you to return home. And the lies didn’t stop from that day onwards. The flip was too abrupt, too incredulous, and anyone reading this right now could tell you too.

Even if she wanted to believe you, how could she?

And then, you decided it was okay to be more high profile, and all the public make out sessions with your mistress, you didn’t even care or be bothered who saw you, or if words spread.

When you could deny no more, the most incredible retort came from you when you got all riled up and defensive.

You expected S to accept your affairs, and that you would come back to her to be a husband, and a father.

Is that really the kind of role model you want to set for your 8 month-old boy, and that you would treat his mother this way, devoting your time and attention on someone else when he was barely 3 months old?

It was only 10 months into your marriage when you cheated. How to last a lifetime? I don’t know, but marriage is no child’s play… it means so much more to us, than it is to you.

You told her to suck it up, and you may justify it was just a fling and a moment of folly, but you did not stop when you were found out.

You chose the defensive way out, because you reckon she would once again forgive and forget, and buy everything you say.

Like how you want to work things out, and that it is your ‘destiny’ that the 2 of you would be together.

You were not repentant, on the contrary, you became more blatant as it was out in the open, and you jabbed your finger in her face to blame her for whatever that happened.

Didn’t you say she doesn’t dress up as she used to, didn’t you think she was becoming old and haggard, didn’t you say it was her bloody fault that she couldn’t keep her husband, didn’t you say it was her who made you do it, cos she was not good enough and words to the extent that she was useless as a wife?

It’s your fault you couldn’t keep your husband what. WIN ME BACK LAH!” you sneered.

It isn’t a competition she is in, and even if Y is keen on winning, it doesn’t mean S has to be in some sort of warped competition just to put you on some pedestal you don’t belong on.

This was how you treated my friend, a friend who has looks, the grace, can have any man she deserves just by being herself (and she chose you), a successful career, brains and a big, big heart for all the grace she extended to you despite so many years of heartache.

You asked her to leave her job so she could help out with your property business, and she gladly left behind the years of career she had built for herself. As she was serving her notice, you left her in the lurch, leaving her jobless, and theoretically husbandless.

But with her son being her priority, I saw how she drew strength, and put all her focus on just loving him, while coping all the pain you brought upon her.

She was apprehensive of what’s the next step to go, but she knew, despite days of convincing herself, she saw that it would just be the beginning of how you take her forgiveness for granted, and that Y isn’t the first, and certainly isn’t gonna be the last.

She wanted to leave, but you wouldn’t let her go, insisting you can work things out.

But how do you expect to work things out when the first thing you after you left your home is to rent a place and have Y over for your trysts (though she looks different without make up over supper, but it is hard not to recognise faces that hurt our friends), and on the other hand, constantly badgering S to move in with you so you could work things out into the rented place you are treating like a budget hotel?

How do you really expect her to live with this, pretend she doesn’t know, pretend she didn’t hear all the things people tell her, and even she wanted to work things out, you obviously were just paying lip service and mean nothing you said.

The mindgames you started playing tire her out. Swinging from the sensitive man you played out to be, to a defensive, egomaniac man with all the cruel words when you didn’t manage to sway her your way. The games that all guilty men play.

When the soft tactics don’t work, the hard way would, isn’t that what you think?

Let me tell you, it only kills. Not her esteem like you wish you did, so that she would have so much fear of losing you, because she could only think lowly of herself the way you wanted her to, but kill her hopes of you ever repenting, and act like a real, responsible man who made a mistake would.

You taunted her, again and again, just so you could gain the upperhand. Why are you piling on hurt after hurt on someone who stood by you and showered you with nothing but love?

And yet, you refuse to set her free, when she wanted to set you free to be who you want to be. What is that for? To upkeep the family man image that how you have it all in front of your partners and clients in your property business?

What’s the point of dropping by every single day to convince her you can work things out, when after you left, it was another woman you ran to?

I don’t know. Many people wanted to find excuses for you, for that you are her husband, and it is a marriage with a young child involved, nobody would want to see it end. But with all the things you did, you said, we could see our friend suffer no more.

I have to concede, you play a very clever game there. Going to Taiwan for business trip and arranged for Y to join you.

Y could even keep up with a very cool pretense when she went into your office and asked “Eh, D not here today huh?” when she knew full well where you were, and that she was joining you that very evening.

People in your agency are not stupid, they are only downplaying it and feigning ignorance for they were afraid of the mud you bring along with you into the company, but they still talk. And what Y did wasn’t quite wise on hindsight, cos it just makes her look as deceitful.

I have friends in property business, and the mortgage business (in the company Y works too, no less), and oh yes they talk. They are afraid of implications, not because they are stupid nor that they are condoning what you are doing.

You lost the respect of your peers once, and seeing that how you are a division director in the providence division (I apologise for an earlier mistake which your colleague has informed me of so not to incur the name of the wrong division) of your company, proud of your achievements and all, and teaching your teams about integrity, motivational factors, so what? It’s a downright mockery of all you sales people paint such a picture, when you know full well it was just talks and nothing you adhere by. Is it worth losing all the dwindling respect people have for you just because you want to push the limit of how far you can get away with it?

Where’s the credibility in all that training you preach to those who look up to you?

I asked S if she wanted to give you a chance, and I know deep down inside her, she wants to believe in the good of you. She told me how you are good at making people feel special, and she believed you fooled Y the same way. She didn’t even blame her, and thought that you realising your mistake, you would make a choice.

But alas, the choices you made, make it hard for us friends to see S swallowing all the humiliation you threw her way.

How could we let our friend be in such a destructive marriage, and be around such a spiteful, immature man who cares nothing for her emotional well-being.

Be reasonable, and think, is it really fair to say it is her fault, even if it means at the expense of humbling yourself and admitting you are in the wrong? Is it even fair to trample her self worth when she was dealing with the hurt of your betrayal?

Her strength came through this time round, because she knows she just have to be a better mother to your child, and that’s all she cares.

And that’s why she wanted your lies no more.

Your words kill everytime. Like when she questioned you about your trip to Taiwan with Y just as you moved out, and just as S left her job, you could tell her it was none of her freaking business who you went Taiwan with.

She’s your wife, it’s her business, and you can’t be that selfish anymore.

What’s the point of playing a doting father on your facebook, posting clips of your son, and flashing all the purchases you put on credit, when it was all nothing but a facade?

So what you are a top property agent in a providence division of a reputable agency when people are doubting your credibility and responsibility, and what’s the point of letting you earning all that commission when you spent that money on woman who probably is charmed by all that material stuff you could afford, and not for who you really are?

S asked for a separation, and you brushed her off and said you would not go there, and you have no wish of granting her the freedom you so should her given her.

If she is really as bad as the venomous words you spat into her face, then why don’t you just agree to the separation she begged you for?

Granted, if you are really seriously and heavily invested in Y, then, this is the chance for you to grab it and run with you, and you could put 3 adults and a child out of the misery at once. I would give you my blessing, and I believe it would be a relief for S as well not to be going through the emotional coaster of broken, empty promises.

It is painful, to hear your promises, and your soothing assurances, and then within hours, you turn defensive and showed no trace of remorse, and you give hope, and you take them away.

You could prevent the hurt to your child by dragging this out till he is old enough to understand, like your parents didn’t.

If you are seriously into Y, and is willing to give up your family for her, then there’s nothing I can say, then do it, but don’t prolong the misery for everyone involved. Affairs of the heart are complicated, but you can’t expect to have the best of all worlds.

If you think your marriage was a wrong choice and want to justify that you truly feel for this woman, then just let our friend go.

But when S asked for alimony for the expenses of the child as she left her job, your taunts really make me doubt if you truly feel for this woman, or she is just another object to stroke that ego.

Sorry, I have no money. I have no time to work cos I am too busy having affairs so no money lah!“. I might add your spanking new watch says otherwise.

No money can bring other woman overseas?

That smirk and sneer in your voice when you boasted, “I don’t need money to bed a woman, you know?

Any excuses I tried to find for you, I couldn’t muster anymore. You really expect S to come crawling to you at the drop of a hat, just because you know the exact buttons to push?

I plead you, to let her go. If she is willing to leave you be and free of the commitment of being a husband to screw all the random women out there who are willing to drop their panties at your snap of fingers because they truly feel for you, or just because they can get business from you, then at least let her be free of the hurt you are bringing her, so she can lead a better life without you, and that she can find her self again.

Are you not tired putting up all these charades? How long more you want to torment her? She’s not a puppet.

I hope you look at the big picture, I am not expecting you to feel an instant remorse, or try to appease your wife, or try to win her back, cos all we think is the best for her, is for you to be out of her life.

I am writing this, because she is now away taking a break from all these heartache overseas, and I do not wish you hassling her the way you did with all sweet nothings and empty promises, only to break her heart again and again with actions that say otherwise.

You know she is heading overseas, and yet you couldn’t be bothered, maybe you are busy with work, or maybe just blatantly enjoying the freedom you assume she bestowed you.

A good woman might be there waiting for you once, twice, or more, but there can be a time a limit is reached and when you realise that, it is all too late.

You are a leader in your company, I really have my sympathies to those led by you, and I certainly do not hope they follow your examples.

***

As for you Y…

I am going to disregard what the property industry people say about you flirting your way to get business… and how your SMU peers verified that you are someone who is competitive and can’t take losing, and you are all set out to win, to prove that you have it in you.

For me, I believe women have it in them to be unscrupulous, but I also believe women who would disregard everything to pursue how they feel for a man, for love. I try to believe despite whatever said about you that you are the latter.

You are a smart lady, I am sure, your academic record in SMU proved that. D is someone who is charming, and could make a woman feel really special. And all the material stuff may seem alluring to an impressionable young lady like you.

I have made mistakes in my life I am not proud of. I have heard things promised and seemed damn real but weren’t.

I have thought certain sacrifices were rightly made for what I believed I felt.

I am not sure at the end of it if it was eventually worth it.

He could have painted a picture with you, but it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t paint it with any other woman, maybe you already know it, and maybe you don’t. Maybe you already know where you stand, maybe you don’t.

I am not saying you have to think about the little baby boy you played with when you guys hang out together during business gathering.. because it is utterly broken to pieces that there simply isn’t any point for them to work things out.

You knew what you were getting yourself into, maybe he said he has no more feelings for S, and give him time, I have heard such said to my friends before, and their waits never turned in their favours.

He might have given you hope saying how he doesn’t love her, and he doesn’t even sleep with her (if you really have to know, they only stopped sleeping together when she found out) anymore, and has no intention of working things out with her.

I don’t know what he said, because he sure is a good sales person, and with the assurances and the way he manipulated S to give him another chance while still sleeping with you…

But if you are just wanting that sense of victory, then go ahead and claim it, cos no one is fighting with you (I don’t know if there is any other, but who knows if he is seeing someone else but claiming he is home visiting his family, or having dinner with his peers/family cos you wouldn’t even doubt him) and maybe only himself and you would think that there is a point of “winning” him like a trophy. If it is for the work, then I believe your abilities of achieving in your career go beyond that and you don’t have to resort to this.

Whatever it is, I just hope you know what you are getting yourself into. What he says may seem real, and only time can prove it to you, and even a longer time, before he takes you with granted and coming up with endless cover ups to cloud your judgment.

Take him and claim your victory if you so want, and if it is for real, and that he is in it for real, then get him to cut S’s suffering short, so you guys can start whatever you guys want, with no one have shit say in what you do.

Whatever you feel, justify whatever way you want, because affairs of the heart, is not what outsiders like us could really judge, can we? I wish you guys the best.

At the end of the day, my friend’s emotional and physical welfare is what I truly care about, and I wish you guys can set her free, which I believe you guys can.

In fact if I were to be a little selfish, I would beg you to keep him tight, the last thing I want is that when he loses his harbour in you, he would run back to S and tighten his noose around her like he is already doing.

***

I could have written more of what had transpired, but then it is equally emotionally draining on my part to sit through the abuse a dear friend had to sit through, and not that you would believe as he would probably boo-boo everything I gotta say down to a ruse set up by S.

I remember visiting S and as she tended to her baby, her mum chatted to me. I could see the pain in her eyes, and yet the determined way she would support her child through all these. It was the conversation that truly touched me.

I don’t know if I would be punching the guy who does this to my daughter, but her understanding.. and her views, make me realise how lucky Desmond is to have these people in his life.

This post has nothing to do with S, but after seeing how her hopes are destroyed again and again, and her voice went unheard, I just hope, something magical would happen for her and her baby.

And no, the something magical is not a change of heart in D because there is nothing we friends wish for, but for S to be freed of his chains. He could have valid reasons for all that self validations, but it isn’t something she or their baby should burden for the rest of their lives.

 

Regards,

Ting

(Edited: Wah, I am impressed by the CSI work of all you people, can dig them out from under the carpet and all and posted them in the comments.  I am even willing to give up better interest rates even if it OXXX give me a good rate for mortgage! Okay, at least let me have ONE tiny spiteful statement in lah)

Edited again: One of his family members had requested me to remove his full name and details and even the comments.

But I have always maintained my stand that what I wrote, even if taken back, would not change the fact I said it. But because his cousin had emailed me, and I understand she is trying to help a family, that I will do it out of respect for her. Like I said, he is indeed very lucky, to have all the people in his life.

But, if I had never even altered or deleted comments about myself, I don’t see why I should censor any voice of public just because of him.

And gee, how did this post reach so many people, that was something I certainly did not expect.

Cyanide words

Sweet, lethal. And so convincing.

Someone had cowardly locked his blog(it was already locked but well, he removed my access to it) because he said his private thoughts are intruded, then I find it very funny how private those thoughts can be when they are all lies.

But of course, knowing how a liar operates, I know better to back it up, cos you know, he might just delete everything and said it was a figment of my imagination, or he might just mess the timeline up and say how I am just lying(cos you see, it is never others’ fault, we must be lying, not him).

So yeap. Here is goes. In segments, his version of story, and his private, barest, truthful-est thoughts, written when of course, just after he slept with someone else, all bathed and showered, back in his own home, or drafted just before he left the home into someone’s embrace and continuing with his lies.

Such mastery.

And he said wow, I ended things to get you back in October, and then he said he doesn’t remember.

I don’t remember. Such a sweet, powerful excuse reason. I feel like leaving a comment to each and every sentence written, to just, add to the mockery of “my private thoughts are used”.

Thursday, October 9, 2008
hurry home
I never thought it was worth it…
you know waiting for anybody…
till you meet someone…
who makes you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with them…
waking up next to them, day in and day out…
saying “gd morning sweets”…
even if they’re wrinkeled and old…
and their tits hang down to their belly button…
yup in the start I would have never thought I would wait for you…
and then I felt your kiss, I could wait forever for this…

inside of me there are words waiting to come out…
And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you…
And how much I love you despite the flaws you think you see…
And how I need you in my life…
And especially how much I want you…

Do hurry, Do what you need to do…
Hurry home to me…
please…
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody…
you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible…
Hurry back to me sweets…
I want the rest of our lives to start…
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sigh
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don’t understand,
I’m not…broke I’m just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you…

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I’m not moving…
I’m not moving.

Policeman says son you can’t stay here,
I said there’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I’m not moving…
I’m not moving.

I’m not moving…
I’m not moving.

People talk about the guy
Who’s waiting on a girl…
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world…
Hmmmm

and maybe I’ll get famous as man who can’t be moved,
And maybe you won’t mean to but you’ll see me on the news,
And you’ll come running to the corner…
Cos you’ll know it’s just for you

I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved…

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]

So I’m not moving…
I’m not moving.

I’m not moving…
I’m not moving.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I’m not gonna move.

Monday, October 13, 2008
I Do, Chose & Love You….
I Chose you…

I Chose you to promise to wipe away your tears with my laughter, and your pain with my caring and my compassion…

I Chose you to give myself to you completely, and I promise to love you always..

I Chose you to promise to be faithful and to unfailingly share and support your hopes, dreams and goals

I Chose you to vow to be there for you always; when you fall, I will catch you; when you cry, I will comfort you; when you laugh, I will share your joy…

I Chose you to give my life, my love, my heart and my soul to you and only for you…

I Chose you to willingly give all of my time, efforts, thoughts, talents, trust & prayers to you…

Everything I am and everything I have is yours…

I Do love you…

I Do love you to want to protect you, care for you, guide you, listen to you and cry to you and only you…

I Do love you to be silly around you, never have to hide anything from you and be myself with you…

I Do love you to share all my sentiments, dreams, goals, fears, hopes, worries and my entire life with you…

I Do love you to want the best for you, to wish for the fulfillment of your achievements, dreams and aspirations…

I Do love you to keep my promises to you and pledge my heart, loyalty and faithfulness to you and only you…

I Do love you this much…
enough to do anything for you…

I Do…I Do give my life, my love, my heart and my soul to you and only for you…

I Do want the best for you, to wish for the fulfillment of your achievements, dreams and aspirations…

I Do willingly give all of my time, efforts, thoughts, talents, trust & prayers to you…

I Do Love You…

I Do love you to want to protect you, care for you, guide you, listen to you and cry to you and only you…

I Do love you to be silly around you, never have to hide anything from you and be myself with you…

I Do love you to share all my sentiments, dreams, goals, fears, hopes, worries and my entire life with you…

I Do love you to keep my promises to you and pledge my heart, loyalty and faithfulness to you and only you…

I Do love you to cherish your friendship, adore your quirky personality, respect your values and see you for who you are…

I Love You…

I Love you to fight for you, compromise for you and sacrifice myself for you if needed be…

I Love you enough to miss you incredible when we are apart, no matter what length of time it’s for or regardless of the distance involved…

I Love you to believe in our relationship, to stand by it no matter what happens and to never-ever give up on us…

I Chose you to spend the rest of my life with you, be there for you, when you need or want me, & never ever want to leave you or live without you…

What can I say to you that I haven’t already said?

What can I give you that I haven’t already given?
If there’s more, tell me and it shall be so…

Is there anything of me that isn’t yours already?
My body, my mind, my heart, even my soul…

Do you know that everything that is me belonged to you long before this?
And it shall be yours long after this…

I will follow you anywhere and everywhere you lead,
Hand in hand and heart in heart…

When I said I do, I meant that I will ’til the end of all time
Be faithful and true, devoted to you
That’s what I had in mind when I said “I do, chose and love you”
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Ironic…
Hahaha what can I say, it’s one of thoses times
where if I don’t laugh i’ll go mad…

Was looking thru your old stomping grounds and
this is what I saw…

“It is a song about a couple in which one has decided that he needs a break from the relationship to deal with his own issues, and the narrator is having a hard time with the separation and can’t move on. She is trying to express that she just wants to be with the subject despite what the subject thinks he may need to accomplish by taking a break.

She is saying. Don’t leave and try to get better because its just going to get worse. Stay with me and love me.

A couple, or even close friends, who are going through a difficult time in their relationship, but in the end they still love each other and want to get through it.

No Ordinary Morning – Chicane

If there was nothing that I could say
Turned your back and you just walked away
Leaves me numb inside I think of you
Together is all I knew

We moved too fast but I had no sign
I would try to turn the hands of time
Then look to you for the reason why
The love we had passed me by

And as the sun would set you would rise
Fall from the sky into paradise
Is there no light in your heart for me?
You’ve closed your eyes, you no longer see

There were no lies between me and you
You said nothing of what you knew
But there was still something in your eyes
Left me helpless and paralyzed

You could give a million reasons,
change the world and change the times,
Could not give me the secrets of your heart
and of your mind
In the darkness that surrounds me now
there is no peace of mind
Your careless words undo me,
leave the thought of us behind
You could give a million reasons,
change the world and change the times
Could not give me the secrets of your heart
and of your mind
In the darkness that surrounds me now
there is no peace of mind
Your careless words undo me,
leave the thought of us behind

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Teardrops Of My Soul
everything seemed too good to be true…
I thought you would always be mine till the end of time…
it seemed everything was just fine…

What is it that I miss?
I miss every hug and every kiss…

Why do I miss you?
I can’t forget how it felt to be with you…
I can’t forget all the times we had…
the good times and the bad…

I trusted you with my heart and soul…
and now you’ve torn it apart…

All the nights up late on the phone, talking endlessly till the glimmer of the break of dawn…
is now time I spend alone…
Wishing and praying you were here with me…
gives me nothing but misery….

So, why do i miss you?
simply because I love you…

My knees start to shake when you’re in sight…
my mind is filled with wonder…
my heart with fright…

When will this feeling stop?
When did it start?
How can I listen to my mind without breaking my heart?
I’m so confused…
what should i do?
I can’t think of anything except you…
should I ignore you…
or just give it time?…

I can’t think straight…
my heart controls my mind…

Love me without fear…
Trust me without questioning…
Need me as I need you …
Want me as I want you…
Open your heart to me, as I have opened my to you…
Desire me as I’ve always desired you…

You and me forever…
You’re in my dreams…
You’re in my thoughts….
You’re the reason my heart doesn’t stop…
You and me forever…
And always to the end…
I can’t live without you…
Because you make me complete…
I love you with all my heart…
And I knew I would from when the words left my lips…
As time goes on you and me can’t be apart….

I will give you my undying devotion…
For as long as I live…
I shall kiss you and love you unconditionaly…
For you have all I can give…

I want to be with you each night…
Falling asleep together…
Making the world so right…
Loving each other forever…

You are worth every breathing moment of everyday…
of each week…
of all 12 months…
of each year to come…
forever & ever…
You are worth my life…

Sometimes I wonder why I fell in love with you in the first place…
and continue to love you after all the pain…
and then you smile at me…
and I realize why…
without you…
I can’t breathe…

Sometimes I miss you so much…
I just want to rip you out of my dreams and hug you…
Everyday begins and ends with a thought of you, this I know…
Posted by b at 4:47 AM 0 comments

And every word disgusts me now as I read back.

Sunday, October 19, 2008
Teardrops from the heart
Oct 19th 2008

Why is it that I must climb thousands of mountains to get you…
when all you need is a smile to get me?

My pride has been forsaken…
thrown on the floor…
stomped to bits and pieces…
and then stomped on somemore…
i don’t deny it hurts…
cuts me to the bone…
it doesn’t matter…
fore my heat, soul and life are yours…
love me….
before i end up in a home…

How can it be that I want nothing and yet everything at the same time?
Maybe it’s because I want nothing but you, and you are everything…

Don’t tell the sun to keep shining…
it can’t be done…
the clouds exist….
Don’t ask the leaves to stop falling…
they can’t help it…
the wind exists…
Don’t ask me to stop loving you or trying…
how can I…
you exist…

You’re my insomnia…

I want to go to sleep at night…
wake up every day…
breathing knowing you are truly mine…

If you will asked me to give up everything…
my answer is no…
as it can never be so…
Why?
Because you’re my everything and I can’t give you up…

Don’t ever leave me…
I’m begging you…
take me with you…

After I chose you as that special someone in May 2008…
you’ll understand why…
it can’t work out with anyone else…

I see you when I’m dreaming…
even more when I’m awake…
You rob from my soul…
capture my life…
and it is my heart that you take…
It’s all yours to begin with…
When I chose you …

For the first time in a long time…
I’m hoping there’s a god in heaven…
so someone might answer my prays…
as life isn’t worth much when you’re not there…
I pray there’s a heaven…
because one life with you just isn’t enough…

If my time comes to go…
and there’s only one minute left…
I’d spend it kissing you…
cuz… I’d want you to feel my last breath…
and yours would be the last breath I could take…

During the day at random times…
thoughts of you fill my mind…
and I picture that smile you gave me…
I swear that for the moment…
I can barely breathe…

Will I wait a lonely lifetime?
Everything I am and have is yours….
So I will…

Hurry… pls…
we can work things out…
no such thing as it’s too late….
Posted by b at 5:30 AM 0 comments

Geee.. using God’s name in vain! Can’t work out with anyone else? Hahahaha! Sleep alone at night? Then who is the other person? Ghost ah? You think everyone is not a human like you?

Sunday, October 19, 2008
thoughts tearing thru the soul
Honestly…

I have no bloody idea what’s wrong with me anymore…
my insides get twisted up and so coilded up like seperants struggling for air…
It gets so hard to breathe…

It feels so wrong that I ‘m not there…
It doesn’t feel right…
that I’m not the one with both my angels…
or the pieces that make me complete…
Makes me think that it’s all my fault…
that i didn’t do enough…

It’s not you… It’s me… you cry…
I feel like I did something wrong…
Thou you constantly proclaim otherwise…

If that is so…

Why am I the punished and tormented?
Tears streaming down my cheeks…
like a leaky faucet that I have no control over…
It never used to be like this…

I never told you this…

But when I close my eyes and sleep…
The images of our future flash, tantalizes and beckon…
Bringing a bright smile to my face…
Bringing a slight relief to the pain that tears me up inside…
But that is not too be…

Fore in my sleep the devil plays…
Whipping and rending my skin…
Feel like a slave on a post, screaming out your name…
Rescue me and love me… I beg…
Fore I’m spirling into the abyss…
Sharpen claws and glistening fangs…

Your name screamed and used as a shield…
still a memory on my lips…
The door opens and a question is asked….
Are you ok?
No I’m not and I never shall be…
Fore you are the only saviour that can ease this pain…
I’m left awake and trembling in the dark
Scared to close my eyes…
For when I’m asleep…
The devil plays…

Why am I the one left in the corner with cobwebs in my hair…
Left abandoned in the pouring rain & forgotten on a shelf…
Rusting like a forgotten tin soldier that has long left life itself…

All the defenses are gone & stripped of all pride…
Lay bare for all the world to see…
Sometimes I feel that others are starting to point & mock at me…
It’d doesn’t matter…
For as long as…
you are mine and I am yours…
the devil has no hold over me….

Out in the pouring rain left to rust…
Like a broken child’s toy…
That no one has any interest in anymore…

It’s killing me bit by bit…
This pain inside…
You try to find excuses to justify your stance…
It doesn’t work that way…
Fore I am yours and no other…
Fight all you want fore I’ll just take it…
Each of your excuses cut like a knife…
makes me feel like I hate myself…
Pushing me over the edge…
Hanging on to life….

The angels that are my lifeline…
So far away…
This stranger gets to see them…
Why the hell am I left to pay?

This stranger gets to enjoy my family…
While I’m left forgotten…
What the fuck has he done to deserve that joy…
These moments are fucking up my head…

Do you hate me that much?
That you won’t take another step…
Give us a chance and stick with us… I plead…
Hand in hand we can rule the world…
My hands have been out streched to you…
Waiting to catch you if you fall…
I love you with all my heart….
But you don’t seem to care at all…
Left me to rot and tossed me aside…
You just killed and fucked me over…
nothing much that’s all…

Screaming and sobbing in the pouring rain…
Just wishing that perhaps, it could somehow wash away my pain…
Forget, hopefuly for a moment…
That I can’t walk away from you….
And because of her I’ll never let me go…

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t…
tell me of what to do…

Walk away?…
I can’t do that…
my heart has been entwined with yours…
Love or hate, it will never change…
Fore you are my everything…
And how can I let go of everything…

“You have to be cruel to be kind”
Are these the words echoing thru your mind?
From experience…
You’re just being cruel let me say…
Fore quotes like these are never real…
It scars for life…
These scars never go away nor do they heal…
They’re left open and very raw…
It fucks up the other party…
and they’ll never be the same…
If you’re lucky, the ride oneday won’t end in flames…

The public & media screams
“If you love someone you’ll let them go”
Fuck them all… If I let go…
I can’t go on…

But I can’t let go and take the easy way out…
Fore she is there…
And she has my heart till the end…

“You have to be cruel to be kind”
“If you love someone you’ll let them go”

The person who came up with quotes like these…
Should be dragged out and shot…
It’s these quotes that people hold to…
that make them seem so proud…
On a high horse they ride…
Justification never ends…

Quotes like these…
give the cruel and thoughtless an escape…
gives them an anchor to hold to…
when the waves of emotion come crashing in…

O just a senseless little quickie…
The people who wrote those quotes…
They’re all fucking dead…

You made your bed and you’ll sleep in it… You cry…
The words still echo in my head…
I have to look at you with confusion and hurt…
Fore before this started, it was you and me…
We were sleeping in our bed…
and now you’re kicking me out and walking away instead?

I’m spirling so bad, that I’m starting to bleed…
even the only avenue of relief is totally lost to me…

So what can I do? I scream…
Nethier here nor there…
Like an ethereal being…
stuck between the planes…
Waiting for you to answer my pled…
I’can’t carry on without you…
I love you so much…
Till you come back… I’m dead
Posted by b at 3:53 PM 0 comments

Sorry ah, you were the one who was sleeping in someone’s bed. Why mess all of us up? All of us could have moved on from then. You, the control freak, refused to let all of us moved on. You selfish scum. I don’t think people who wrote those quotes are dead. You are. To me that is. And now, you are the stranger to my family.

Amend
As I lay me down to sleep tonight…
Keep me safe from evil…
Keep me safe from harm…
And If I should die before I awake…

The devil will come screaming for my soul to take…
Let him come I proclaim…
I fear not the devil anymore…
Fore there’s no soul here for the muthafucker to take…
All that’s left is an empty shell…

My soul has belonged to you since that day…
Hate it or love it…
It’s there to stay…

Keep it safe and keep it warm…
Fore I swear I can do you no harm…
Gone are my claws…
And gone are my fangs…
All rendered harmless to both of you alone…

Love me and rescue me, this I pray…
For life doesn’t exist with you away…
God return my sweets to me I beg…
O god, let us work things out today…

All this I say…
Before I sleep…
To keep my hope and keep my faith…

I miss you…

Amend…
Posted by b at 12:09 AM 0 comments

Monday, October 20, 2008
Ans to your question
Sweets,

you asked why I wasn’t there and
how come I have all of this free time all of a sudden…
to blog, come around and date…

think hard and think back…
I have always been there for you…
I want to spend the rest of eternity wrapped in your arms..

Why didn’t I blog?
Simple…
I was happy with you and baby by my side..
I had no reason to curse, swear and bleed on cyberspace…
I was content and happy…

Why do I have all this free time to pop by your hse?
Think and think hard…
If i wasn’t in the office working to build something for us, had to prove myself in my boss’s eyes to get that raise… why? read and you’ll find out I have something to buy…

I was with you…
Every weekend I was with you and no other…
Fri u would play mj
Sat and sun i was always there by your side…

Why do I have the time to date?
(I assume u’re talk about me bringing u out on dates?)
Sweets I don’t ever want to lose you…
Sometimes I get wrapped up in work and need a goog conk on the head…
I proposed to you for godsakes sweets…
I want to spend forever with you…

Sweets you know all those times that I asked if you would be free to take leave and spend time with me?
And your answers were “no”
I never told you this, becaused you always seemed so busy and stressed at work that I didn’t wannt to impose on you… Next time I know and I’ll just tell you
But every single one of those times I had to cancel the resort that I booked for us… I think the receptionist is pissed off at me

I try to lose myself in work the past few days…
but i can’t focus… only thing i can think of is you…
and it’s tearing me up…

End of june I called a friend
And bought a ring…
Why haven’t I done anything?
I wanted to propose to you in a manner that you have always dreamt about and sweep you off your feet…You’re my sweets and i’ll do anything for you

Remember that day at PS, where we were eatting with Wen M and company?
You were feeling under the weather..
We bought chocs at Marks & spencers…
your friend bought a fake bun…
Your friend was going to get married…
You guys were talking about rings…
Your eyes lit up at their desciptions..
mine felt sorely inadequate… you deserve more…
I refunded it and have been saving for the one which will make your eyes light up again.
Posted by b at 1:50 AM 0 comments

Oh yes, like in your office working hard, fucking your colleague? Still finding excuses of why you weren’t around so no one can say anything about you?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Destiny & Fate are not matters of chance…
They are matters of choice…
they’re not things to be waited for…
They are things to be strived for & achieved…
Posted by b at 11:08 AM 0 comments
Love…
Overjoyed…
Peace…
Complete…
Silence…

That from the moment I saw your face..
These feelings washed over me…
Like a crashing wave across the jagged shore…

From the moment when I saw saw your face…
I could breathe…
if only just for a little while…

breathe in….
breathe out…
breathe in…

gone was the turmoil…
silence the pain…
gone was the ringing & poundin & dread…

quick was the smile, on my lips…
as i watched you..
amazed with your kooky grace…

sweets with you I felt whole…
I feel the comfort within your arms…
our hands made me feel that I’m never alone…
So many words go unspoken,…
But all the words seem to slip away…
As you tenderly wrap me in your embrace…

Entrust yourself to me…
Let go and set free your inhibitions..
Every layer torn away till we are raw…

Just us…
Trust us…
Fight for us…

When you left…
I felt a peice of me leave with you…

silence…

I miss you…
I love you…
I ache for you…

a brief pause..
I sit here in wonder…
Posted by b at 1:27 AM 0 comments

Thursday, October 23, 2008
Why is it that just the sound of your voice can make my heart feel lighter and heavier at the same time…

Where are you?

Why is it that you have this control over me like I’m your puppet to meddle with…

How much longer will I have to walk and only see my shadow?

no idea at all why you twist me up inside to the point that my feelings towards you embed deeper inside of me…

Don’t you know I need your warmth…

You have no clue that just the thought of you has such a profound affect on me…
A smile…
A twinkle…
The tone in your voice…

God, I miss you…

When I’m with you my heart pounds so fast…
When we’re apart my heart rips in two…
Sweets all my life I never thought I’d feel this way…
laying on my bed…
all alone in the dark
crying…
I hug my pillow believing that it was you…
I know there are others in this world…
But i don’t want them…
i want you and only you…
This I know… I chose you…

missing your smile…
missing your touch…
missing the things you do…

I need you…
I want you…
I’m so madly in love with you…
I’m fucked… I’ll feel this way until i have you…

My life is incomplete without you…
My heart torn apart till i have you…
It hurts…
like a hungry beast ripping at my chest…
tearing and rendering…
with a malice of glee…

I pray…
I wish…
To feel your heart beating…
Each breathe that you take caressing my skin..
I dream till the day I’ll be with you…
until then I’ll be here…
Missing you…
Posted by b at 3:44 AM 0 comments

WAH ENTRUST MYSELF TO YOU? Luckily, I didn’t.

You know, tell me something, which of the above you have said, you haven’t said in the past few days?

And since it was all lies in the past, you don’t deserve a second chance to be believed again.

To the boy who cried wolf – some people in life deserve a 2nd shot.

Just not you.

This was the post…

… that he didn’t want anyone to read because his lies would have been busted back then.

So here it is, without locking, bare and honest as of the truth that was presented to me back then.

http://www.joewei.net/2009/03/06/i-give-up/

Hahaha cos looking back at the lies exposed, we all know why he didn’t want this post to see light despite it being my absolute raw, honest thoughts about coming to terms with myself.

Pervert

Brian Lee, I have never seen anyone as psychotic, as perverted, and twisted as you.

I am ashamed you are Minibean’s father.

And now, the 2 psycho bitches you painted us to be finally realise the lies you have been feeding us, and how you have using Minibean as an excuse, and a lie, to get sympathy votes.

And the end of it, we know who is the psychotic one. The real reason for all the hurt, the humiliation, the insanity and drama you have orchestrated.

Well done.

Well done.

I will never forget the lies you had fed us with. How you lied I was pregnant again so she would not agitate me with the truth and I would not go for abortion.

How most importantly, you didn’t love me and I make you sick and you are just doing everything to get your name into Minibean’s birth certificate. Of course, we both got different stories.

And you were just waiting for the procedure to be done so that you could be with her, spend the rest of your life with her, bring her go house viewing, with me out of the picture. Oh then why the ring, no choice?

And that you didn’t screw me at all, so you could screw her with all the trysts at Hotel 81, sometimes on the same day. How you make me out to be the psycho bitch to all your ex-colleagues, when you pestered us both at the same time when we wanted to walk away. Not bad, you screwed us sometimes on the same day?

How you painted the trip to be so disastrous when you kept repeating how nice, how great the trip was to me, and how much you missed it.

How you kept saying you wanna marry me and you wouldn’t lie anymore.

When the lies were still there, all the way, till today.

How the drama of you wanting to take your life, how you had used her as a weapon because I was seeing someone else, and the stories you painted to others so you could look so much better, when it had started way before.

How Scarlet Hotel you were detached and ignoring me, and how you don’t ever hug me to sleep again. I wonder who was the one who pleaded “hug me please sweets” every single night.

If ever you look back on your life, this is the point of you screwing everything up, your life, your family, and hurting everyone around you who loved you the most.

And perhaps, the only persons who would love you.

Everything you did, we see clearly now. Thank you. And now if I really am the drama-mama, the psycho bitch, I don’t know how I deal with this with so much coolness within me now that….

….. I don’t see a point of reacting anymore.

Like I said, I found my peace, and please, leave it alone.

I don’t care what threats your dad throws my way.

I have to walk, because I don’t want to succumb to this anymore, all these beggings, kneeling down, pleading, and the fake tears you shed… even on the day you forced me to wear the ring, you bought her a valentine’s gift.

A diamond pendant, and hahaha, I got the chain. Wait a minute, I got a diamond pendant too. Now I wonder are they the same design?

Cans of worms. Indeed.

I could have so much more of the lies that were busted as I type, and at this moment you still try to hug me from behind to cool me down, but like I said, I don’t want to be the irrational one anymore because all the hurt, the tears, the physical reactions, didn’t do a wee bit to change anything.

Making peace

I woke up yesterday feeling pretty good.

Gearing up for work, with a meeting to “introduce” myself, which means, it was finally a get-out-of-jeans day. Not forgetting how the night before, someone had joked he would want to see me in a skirt.

It made me feel good enough about myself, that.. I could smile at everything and anything that came my way.

Like, peace for the past couple of weeks, that knowing allowing myself to hide, is also a great way to protect myself.

And then, the decision hit me. No drama, not a threat, not anything.

I think, everyone should have the freedom to be happy, and if I am not the one who can give that happiness, maybe, it is time for me to let go.

I could feel the pain and the brokenness in that decision, but why hold on to something that is not entirely mine. I had a vision of how I want to be part of someone’s life, fit into it snugly, and it is always a bigger picture I would look at, for a narrow vision would bring all of us nowhere, no matter how hard we try sustaining it just base on a strange, unexplanable addiction.

I had planned to leave in May. But somehow, I should walk when I can find the strength within me to cope with it.

And then, I left.

***

The reaction was one of puzzled, and followed by the revelations of the plans he had for us for the day, for the evening.

I took all I can, to make it amiable, and peaceful.

What was expected was also the harshness when the ultimatum question was posed.

“So be it, u made the choice”

I smiled to myself and knew it was perhaps, right.

I went on smiling, talking, mingling and sipping orange juice… laughed along, bantered along.

I walked out feeling a little lost, a little empty, a little pained, and gritted my teeth.

Headed to the next location for my walkabout and just wanna lunch by myself without my colleagues, and took all I can to ignore the chain of unanswered calls, refusing myself the weakness to succumb.

What was unexpected, was…

“You’re messing me up, pls call me.”

Before I knew it, a message came in during lunchtime that he was at my office building.

I guess fate had it that I was not in.

And the mockery of reality was, I was actually at where he was, since my walkabout was nearby.

He looked, he searched.

“Tell me where are you or what happens next is on your head.”

I never found out what he meant, and he had asked me to turn up at the place we once had lunch. I hadn’t wanted to be found.

And then I realised how coolly I could have done it in the past couple of months, if I had allowed myself to.

And as if it was a twist of fate. I was actually at the place he said he would wait for me.

I couldn’t call for the bill in time to make my escape, and braced myself for an awkward meet up.

We sat in silence for the longest time.

“I do want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I still do want to marry you, you know that?”

I don’t, actually. Believing is not easy, and with whatever that happened, there are much more to iron than to just.. commit to something this major.

My hand was held tightly, and at that moment, when our eyes met, we knew for sure, it was the day of make or break. No drama, no mindfucking games going on, no… more hiding.

I have no more strength within me.

I couldn’t decide, perhaps I do think too much, dissect my pros and cons too much. And when the confidence seeps away, it is me I know I don’t believe in.

I mean, I don’t like to be a fighter, cos I don’t think I can ever win. I can never be enough. I would never want to assume I am special, cos I may not be.

Before long, he had to leave to settle some stuff.

“If I return and don’t see you here, I know your decision.”

I gave him the tightest hug I can muster and watched his back as he walked away.

I sat there, thinking to myself, for quite a while.

I stood up, and left. Just when the message came in “Gimme a while, hope to see you still there, please. I don’t want to lose you.”

I walked around, bumped into an ex-colleague who stopped to chat, I went to people-watch, did a bit of work…

And the consistent calls that came in, was starting to mess with me. I switched it off, and carried on walking.

Don’t look back, I told myself.

“I don’t want to lose you, I am here, you are in the bathroom right?”

“Why are you taking so long? Faster faster pleace come back to the table…”

I weighed. I struggled.

I thought of the conversation earlier.

The deal-breaker, was the admittance.

The iPOD. The meals. The phonecalls. What really, really happened in September and October. The mercy fucks in February till like, 2 weeks ago. When all along, still fucking me 3 to 4 times a week.

The irony. I don’t buy the guilt talk.

Neither do I buy the work talk.

And that I realise, I was being called immature and called names by a person who was lying.. All for uhm, nothing.

Great show.

In an attempt to lie, I don’t think it was her rights to call me names. Especially a person of such ‘pride’ and ‘integrity’. Classy. But knowing what we would do, who is there, or what is there to blame anyway? Are we just victims of circumstances, or sheer stupidity that we ended up compromising pride and credibility to others out there?

Whatever it is, what end is there?

“Whatever had happened in the past weeks, will not happen again.”

Why was it that we always have to wait till it was all hanging on a thread before… we could swallow our pride and admit to ourselves what we really want?

Are we running away enough? I don’t know.

I found myself strolling back to the table, and greeted by an embrace that was hard enough to choke. Or maybe it was the tears, or the words that never found their way out stuck at the back of my throat.

Peace can be made, and found.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Who knows, a day or two, or a week or two, we may be slapping ourselves across the faces again for a wrong decision made, but, moments, especially moments like this, are what I relish in.

Resignation. This is what it is.

Though this word could always go both ways.

It is good to dream again, however brief.

Seen on twitter…

Was reading about the Lewis Hamilton hoohah with great interest. Typical of a man to lie and then blame others for making him lie.” – twitter-ed by someone wise.

Today I ish very the angryyyy.

Rooooaaarrrrr but cos I promised I won’t blow(ahem ahem), I cannot.

My heart racing very the hard for you, you know? My head buzzing for you, you know?

Men ah! I tell you! Flare up and then think we all scared scared guilty guilty leave them alone and they get away ah.

So self-righteously and blame the world, the weather, their mothers, their fathers, the other people but their own itchy, smelly, diseased(must be schizophrenic since they have different minds of their own) penises.

Fucked up excuses to cover your asses cos.. you keeping fingers crossed that all evidence is half-fucked, right? Tsk tsk, same ol’ same ol’ lor.

That’s why you all always wanna hear what we know before giving excuses, so you can come up with stories to wrap it up nicely and turn table around(wah, wifey, the James Patterson crime book you passed me, also very the ironic).

Then cannot explain why you DIE also won’t let your girlfriend to do that, or doing that for your girlfriend, and so gladly sacrificing that for someone else, hor? Fuck you and your lousy, flimsy, hypocritical excuses in the face of confrontation.

And to think I thought you so fucking sweet and so nice.

I very angry leh!

RROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAR!

Welcome back, Wifey

Wifey was finally back yesterday and we met up for dinner at Funan right after I had travelled to the heart of Orchard to pay off my awfully high credit card bills.

I am officially a pauper.

Then again, money can always earn back, experiences in life… are to be lived.

Dinner with wifey was great(have to say food was a lil disappointing) as we caught up, and man, I love this girl’s mono-syllable reaction, which most of the time, pricks exactly at the right spot.

Watched American Idol last night after dinner, and I have to say they have some of the best singers this season, and it was pretty impressive.

It got a little cold in the midst of it, and I wondered if it was just the numbness taking me over or was the air-conditioner a tad too cold.

He wanted to talk. He always wanted to when I hardly have it within me to do so.

So we did.

He took a cab to come over at 2am, and I got to a point that I don’t even I am not sure where the promises will bring us. Were those all obligatories and just an elaborated show put up?

Wifey yesterday asked why could some people (one of them, like me) have absolutely no pride, and I thought to myself, “maybe cos of hope given by other people, and the words and lies being fed which convince us that we are special.”

Wifey, Pisceans you know? Always have a way to make anyone feel special.

The thing is, it is not a business transaction. It is not a game. It is a commitment and responsibility which men can’t seem to fathom.

How bad do you really want it? And sometimes, you just can’t have it all when you don’t want it bad enough.

This episode is one we know how ego (and cock) needs to be soothe to show how he still has it when insecurities struck, and when we spoke of how we might not work things out, “If you don’t want to work things out, I just want to be single cos there is no point going into relationships anymore. But honestly you should know me, when I am single, I definitely will be sleeping around.”

So having said that, that perhaps will just give yourself a good excuse, isn’t it?

“I won’t say for sure who I won’t sleep with, but yah maybe with XXX or YYY again, I don’t know, cos it is not emotional so if they want to stick around and throw themselves at me, why not? It’s just a fuck. If I say a definite ‘no’, then they would have meant more to me cos it would have meant it is emotional.”

I just laughed within at how… immature this guy is, though the honesty is perhaps one I came to appreciate more than the lies.

It is all about the game to him. Of him having upper hand, of mind games and control. I shudder at the thought how this conversation is just one of those to him.

“We should make a decision and stick to it. I made mine. I want to work things out, but bottomline is, can you trust me?”

It was a question I found myself refusing to answer. I could perhaps answer, but I didn’t want to.

The thing is, intimacy and even those affections could be faked, couldn’t they? I am not sure how much he was faking last night, but part of me did want to buy it and yet another part of me refused to do so.

With 2 phones ringing and one phone buzzing from morning calls, my day had a headstart at 6am.

Woke him up to head to work when he told me there was a morning phone call from someone amongst others from his mum, in an attempt to give me an assurance of… openness.

I went back to sleep for another hour or so after he left me with a peck on the forehead and lips… as he walked out after my hand had slipped out of his.

It wasn’t a very pleasant sleep. I dreamt of an MMS of Kueh Lapis.

Don’t ask me why or what was it about, cos I seriously have no idea?!

It will take a bit of time.

All I can think of, is the time in Rome, when I mysteriously disappeared and when all’s well, the pull that drew me into a tight hug, and it felt like a genuine never-want-to-let-go embrace.

Then again, did I mention how the fake branded goods in Rome were pretty fantastic? You could almost take them for real. So how do you know the difference?

Hurhur.

This post is about nothing

So he swore on her life, that the only time they spoke about personal stuff before the trip was just because she went mad and unstable and called him to rant because of my post which she didn’t even know what I wrote about in “I give up”.

Do I believe? I can if i try. But he might already know I somewhat don’t really believe what he says.

He said no other contact. Then when found out, he just admitted there were calls from angry her when she was upset, so she rant.

Seriously I would have believed more if he was the one calling her.

So he had said he only replied thanks on the trip with no further SMSes to her, not even work. Then when I said we will see in his next phone bill, he then changed his mind to say there were actually a few other work related SMSes cos she had messaged him when he was away.

He cannot remember why a late night phone call 2 days before our trip cos… he can’t remember.

Oh really?

Then he insisted there was nothing going on before the trip cos he has no feelings for her and she hates him. I wonder what else he could swear on.

Then strangely, she could make the comment of if he is sure he wanna go on the trip out of the blue when she interrupted his conversation with his colleague.

Then he said if I don’t remove the number, his boss said something along the lines of wanting to sue me.

I said I would speak to the boss personally, if the boss asks, I would, since I do respect her but… I wouldn’t trust him enough with whatever he said so there is really no point he being the messenger. Cos I have no idea why she is reading in the first place.

Then he said, “she only said she didn’t like it.”, though throughout the evening, he had knew I assumed the boss was going to sue me.

“You know I won’t even allow them to do that to you.”

“But then why didn’t you even bother to clear it up?”

“And the post is about you lying on the trip. And it just shows it really isn’t Andy huh? Well, if you guys use it for personal usage, it IS personal then, and then it is on my personal blog.”

“You gonna ruin my career?”

“I didn’t. You just let your lie get out of hand. And you didn’t seem to be as bothered when people lied about you on their blogs but strangely I blog it with whatever you feed me with, and you get all upset.”

And quaintly, he made up his mind and his decision of… -drums roll- wanting to make things work out. And came the begging and all, again. And the mention of the ring, the clean slate, and the love, you know the works? How timely.

Why am I writing this? Rubbing salt into the wound? No.

Can’t you see the posts are rarely about you, it is about him and the extend he will go to lie and coverup? Though I could conveniently use the sentence of what bloggers usually use “Don’t like then don’t read” but we all know that itself is a silly sentence. It is a liberty no one can deny anyone who is given a key.

I told him, the above are his final chances of telling the truth.

Should any above are still lies, he is a goner.

And it is always good to have a record. The record of my own stupidity.

Seriously it ain’t true that a blog of higher readership(sorry, I really don’t have much readership to begin with), is of course, to others, a mass weapon of destruction.

But why did I even start a blog in the first place, for the past don’t know Godknowshowmanyyears?

Cos it is personal.

I don’t even care if people wanna think of me as a slut with the explicit details of my sex life once penned, an irrational bitch with the endless rants about my life, a no-clue bimbo who got knocked up when she barely had a job… the one who risks it to blog about work, to blog about even the taxi-uncle who annoyed me, or the one who blogged about a tiny kind gesture that lifted my spirits up.

And even my beloved mahjong sessions.

… but that’s why I stayed true to my blog.

I am what I write.

Sometimes I write without thinking who are reading, who are prying, and truth is, I know many who are still reading are just waiting for some explosive expose and so they could go to some forum to talk about, and not much are real “fans” of mine anyway.

That did not stop me.

I don’t get involved with who meets who, who hits whose blogs, who links to mine, and… whatever and all.

Because that isn’t what a personal space is all about?

So, I am not sorry there are people who likes to read my blog that much. I am not sorry that I became channelnewsasia when I am not the one who gave others my blog address.

I am not sorry for blogging about who lied to me, who did what, and what affected me. I mean, to be fair, most bloggers out there writes about heartbreaks, heartaches, hurts and whatnots, and why do they have the liberty and freedom to go on for months, when all I ask for is my space for my disappointments, how affected I am by lies, by betrayals, and of course the space to hurt when some are as fresh as.. last night?

It is not about just a person who is dear to me, but there are other accounts over years of friends, parents, and other closed ones.

Don’t you see many will be laughing at the stupidity/karma and I don’t even care?

I am not sorry for personal accounts of what happened, the way it was fed to me. Though it probably is evident to the entire world that I am the only one still.. blindly believing.

Cos one day, like many of the other episodes and archives in my life, it will be dust-coated and over.

And so it ends.

I can if I try to forget and forgive this episode again. Clean slate, maybe. Don’t ask me why I don’t trust when I can barely find any reason to convince myself to. Don’t ask me why I am willing to trust when I can just turn a blind eye to it, cos I can.

But.

Feel free to bust them. I need a better reason to walk away.

Romancing Rome

I cannot imagine any other city more beautiful than Rome.

The beauty, the dreamy-ness of it all….

I really didn’t want to leave Rome behind, but I have to.

So back to London, I now am.

Rome is so beautiful, so romantic… so awesome that words cannot even begin to describe.

In the cold, the arms fastened themselves around me.. it was strangely calming, yet… like Rome, dreamy, surreal.

“Stupid girl,” he sighed in a whisper, “can’t you see? It is not about Charissa.. I love you and only you.”

It felt almost unreal, like Rome is.

Sometimes, how do we find it within us to believe again?

How do we find the truths amidst all the lies and coverups?

I don’t know. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be fooled, yet again.

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