People like you

Well i've been accused of being too verbose and flashy in the things i say and type. Well, sometimes old habits die hard, my life is not so interesting now you see and that requires flowery language to conceal that fact. All bloggers are exhibitionists in some sense of the word, either idea-wise, picture-wise or just plain "show-you-my-life".

But to live a lie and then tell people that it's not, that's a whole new ballgame to me. You told me there's been a lonely two years, i was like yea man i can totally understand.

And then bom. one year worth of 'happyfying posts'. And when i said i'll link them, but of cos you took them down. Of course when you blog on someone's area, you must just write happy stuff. So you say.

Same thing with uncle's old girl who camps out at his side... Sad, bullied, and you carpet-emailed almost the whole ex-RGS cohort AND managed to source the info out to people in Oxford and other far flung places, just to get that requisite number of "be strong, you go girl" emails you can feel good about? And to think i was taken in again... And then life goes on. Smile! There's a car for you to sit in, new house for you to live in and so much sterility that it almost can bore you out. 4th guy and counting. And you busted the age gap this time, the next time try it with other races, dying men, or maybe his dad? The combination is endless for you.

So zuuup. today here we are, and here you stand as usual, tired, sad, nearly-ill and yadda yadda so you say . Why don't you put up the same old happyfying posts since you turned blogger? Might be happy-fying.

Of course I don't know you. I always am the lousy judge. On hindsight, what the hell, maybe you are too schizophrenic for anyone to know you. I know IMH is near my house, and i know i can visit you. And you like durians, so can dapao, and i'll throw in oranges, pears and apples too, just in case tastes change.

I with my infinite judgmental character know that 1) you will message or call me when you read this, 2) you MIGHT do the same shebang and spread the joy to RGS alumni and UK unis (i installed a hit counter!), and 3) you will 'move away' (as usual) and 'be alone', whatever that means.

So maybe you can prove my infinite judgemental character wrong this time round perhaps?
But then...

Life goes on.

Right?