Okay this post is not going to be like any ordinary entries. In fact, it's not even a post. I'm just going to answer the questions someone have been asking me. This post is for 'you'. But if the rest you guys don't feel like reading, you are more than welcome to just leave a tag and click on the 'x' button that's in red. But thanks for dropping by. =)

Here it goes.

Boy, I trusted you. You betrayed that trust. Now you tell me, how am I supposed to accept you, even as a goddamn friend? You are just repeating that same bloody situation when I took you back. Who do you think you are? So what if you're cute/handsome/hot? So what if hundreds of girls line up for you just to be your girlfriend? You know, you're not some SEX-GOD where all the girls in this world will fall for you. Even if you're all that, you leave a very ugly impression of yourself to your ex-es, after you leave them hanging from nowhere.

You might think I'm exactly like one of these girls. But trust me, I'm different. I'm not some idiotic moron who cries like sh*t and regret and become a psycho every time some assh*le dumps me. I might cry. But not for the whole week. I might miss you, but again, not for the whole week. I might probably just forget you and don't even know you exist, with just a snap.

You hurt me. No guy like you would understand how painful it is. It's like you've touched us, embraced us, liked us, loved us, for just 10 seconds. Cause when you get bored of us, you just pack your bags, drop us into the smelly garbage, and LEAVE. What? Are we pillows? Bolsters? Blankets? PAPERS?! Goddamn it H, you're so history and I hate you.

On the contrary, I need my best friend right now, but sadly, he's not in Singapore. F, hurry and come home please. I have lots to tell you.