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Dudes

2 weeks ago, the relationship as scandal upgraded into friendship. When a girl and a guy became friends, sometimes its getting more complicated and that was the sign for me to say goodbye to him and live my life solo. No dudes. No men at all. I told my gfs it would be until year end and I want to be completely no men in my heart. As such, also I believe no more men from the past. Think they have hurt me so much. For 2 weeks, men are (to me) my daddy, my bro, my cousins, my bosses, my colleagues, my business users, my mamak guy (who owns the shop downstairs of the office where I got my Milo or Low Fat Milk every morning). Ha ha ha thats all. It was weird when I completely living my life solo when I realized more men were actually smiled and checked me out when I was taking the LRT and Monorails almost everyday. I always replied their smile with a weird face signing like 'Why are you smiling at me?', 'should i smile back?' and never ever since I got my training in the Gy...

Envious?

That’s the big word for today. After one to another. Whether the word is actually suits best for whole the events happened today, I am not so sure. But all I know is, yes I’m a bit envy. Friday was supposed to be an anticipated day of the week. But I began to face it with no feelings. Having the crib full of girls (the cousin who stay here half permanently – the room snatcher, my cousin – her sister and the cousin’s officemate – who engaged with a very nice guy who came from the wealthy family) Just perfect for Friday morning. I have no idea of why I was feeling a bit blue. But that’s just what I felt. Sometimes I felt a bit pity to those innocent people who I secretly dislike. But I think I just can’t stop from feeling that way. I did make a scene in the LRT this morning involving to this shouldn’t-be-named-race girl who is selfish, attitude husky voice who never knows what “Sorry” meant for. She purposely or not for all I cared, hit me when she tried to get into the train and didn’t ...

My own Magazine

Blogging is like having a magazine and i am my own editor :D thats the theme of my new blog. So far, i feel great about it!.