Tuesday, September 05, 2006
The fcuker.
Dearest Dear,
Let's talk about a certain guy.
He's got the greens, a lil above average looks, and prolly a future.
No names will be mentioned here as if it is, that particular ass would prolly wish that he's reincarnated as a tree. For now, You know, I know.
We've had our bitch sessions, talking about the type that will fit our bill. We wish for fairy tale romance yet we know it's as good as looking for a silver lining among the clouds. And so we compromised. We forsake the whole fairy tale bit and instead would except a lil of this and a lil of that.
For me, i know what i want, even though i know pursuing it might eventually kill me one day. But i've set my mind, been with others, and feel only for him.
You, my dear, are just beginning this journey which maybe likened to that of mine and henceforth have head-banging-with-logs episodes and warm night-cuddles. You never know. Take your time to handpick the perfect one. Someone preferably like
Ming. *melts* And not David or Shawn please though their wake skills are to kill. Last alternative, someone like Mike.
Someone who can give you more than the greens. Fcuk if you have money boy. I can have that money too.
Someone who is there when you need a shoulder to cry on.
Someone who makes you smile at the end of a hard day's work.
Someone who piggyback you when you twisted you ankle.
Someone who gives you encouragement kisses to do the impossible-est things.
You have all the time in the world, dear.
But please, I HATE it when you are still in contact with the fcuker. His actions and behaviour are similar to that of a man who is born with no balls and d**k, hence have to go that extra mile to make up for his loss.
He may have the money, but he is short of a heart.
His looks are just average, you deserve someone better. (MING, ahem)
He's just using you, the whole world can see that.
So, he msges you, asking you out for dinner. So he thinks after all the s**t he has done to you, he still bears the worth of a fren. NB la!
Let him be. You have moved on anyway. All you need to do is to move FURTHER from the bad air.
I'll be here, amidst the pile of work.
Love, me.
"We admired each other's bum last Bangkok." 4:56 PM
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