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cafe del mar
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shopaholic
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party animal
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my dearest sweethearts(:
my darling girlfriends (:
ah-bee (:
hugs&kisses
interlocked fingers
playing in the rain
sunrise&sunset
fireworks
star gazing
retail therapy
party therapy
food haven
speed rides
hard liquor, bubbly champagne
sweets!
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braids/cornrolls?
new phone
new watch
new hair makeover
sneakers/flats/heels/boots
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newurbanmale clock
jacket/pullover/cardigan
the boyfriend's shirt
one more boyfriend's shirt
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paul smith floral perfume
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calvin klein eternity perfume
dior fahrenheit 32 perfume
kenneth cole RSVP perfume
that ray bans shades
marc ecko E850361
full body massage&spa
lose 5kg
trip down to port dickson (:
photo with *him
a good holiday!
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
what do you say to a man when you realised he has betrayed the simple vouch of being trusthworthy? of being honest? of being the man of your dreams? of always being there for you?
nothing at all. tsk tsk.
no words to express my heartfelt pain and disappointment. nothing to cover up the trust that has been torn apart. nothing to replace the trust that has been broken.
"once broken, considered sold"
i now understand how it is like to be betrayed. not once, twice, let's keep it simple- many a times (unpleasantly true). the feeling of being cheated is equivalent to being stabbed a thousand times through your heart, body, mind and soul.
no one expected things to happen. well, at least i didn't. but everything turned out just the way i least expected. either its bad karma or i'm just plain stupid. i chose to believe the latter.
stupidity- i'm one big fool.
i would probably believe what's not to be trusted but not the ones who i should trust.
"what goes around... comes around;" "all good things come to an end"
probably, things wouldn't be that complicated if feelings weren't given a chance to play a part in this fairytale.
men seem to be adament to everything that happens around them. is it because of the simplest idea of men just out to have fun? do guys feel that being in control is a boost in their ego? do guys feel that they have a higher hand to play after having satisfied their lust of new meat?
bastards, i call them- disgustedly.
a wimp not to face reality.
men- they confuse me now.
all of a sudden, they don't interest me like they used to. have i turned skeptical towards all these creatures? probably so. its not hard to imagine oneself strandled alone in the midst of a relationship. anything to leave you alone with no one to turn to. is that a common gesture of an undisciplined ego taking over the lifeless body of a man? perhaps so.
too many men equates to too many problems.
some turn out to be not that nice afterall;
some turn out to be not that lonely afterall;
some turn out to be not that gentlemen afterall;
they always say, "i've nothing to hide"
truth to be told, "i've everything to hide away from my new found meat"
they leave their girlfriends or wives back at home.
they leave their children back at home.
they leave their fatherly image back at home.
it saddens me to know that men treat women as disposable items.
sighs.
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2:24 PM
