Cleaning out my closet.
                                 no i’m not talking about pretty dresses.

Lets go back to point A where it all began shall we?

looking at the size of the TV,this is a picture of me sixteen years ago.
a pretty baby wtf,still with the same hairdo

Once upon a time, i had an ex boyfriend,named Apple which was with me throughout my wacko days. Then,things didnt quite work out after we broke off because of my lack of maturity and never ending drama/fights/you name it. So,up till today we havent spoken a word, neither did our paths crossed. Then i had this ex-boyfriend and prom date wtf who i was pretty close to even after we broke off,and remained as close friends,lets name him Cherry.

Sorry i chose to name them after fruits, but this was the only reason why i started blogging.
I’ve always been on the slower side when it comes to getting started with online stuffs. Like,Facebook which i only started off this year when it was launched for god knows how long ago,and yes for blogging as well.

To continue, then there was this instance when Alvin’s car got scratched with a huge letter S on the bonnet, all four tyres cut through, and nice long deep scratches on both sides of his car. And so,that was when it all started,when enough was enough and i needed somebody/anybody to know about the words coming from my side at least. The case was then brought under Seksyen 501- Akta Khianat and Apple was the first that came to my mind. Since i was already having a feud with him,so i cleverly assumed it was him.

Things didn’t just end there,and that wasn’t the last of it.

From time to time,i realized whenever i blogged about a sensitive issue,thats it lah. Rotten eggs get thrown into my house during wee hours in the morning, and their aiming seriously damn pro lah kena my walls and scared the fuck out of Brownie. Dad warned me not to do anything because he knows what he’s capable of,and how easy it could have been to do it without a trace wtf. so in case you’re wondering,i promised myself to start blogging,writing about how oh-so-beautiful my life is,how deeply in love was I (childish i know), and solely because i knew very well YOU are reading.

I had zero audience,at that point of time,blogging wasn’t as hyped up as it is now where everybody owns a blog wtf. So i just kept writing and writing, mind you my words were all written in a reverse psychological manner as an act of self-defense just in case some dude plants a bomb on my car,somebody knows what happened. Silly me yeah i know,but it was all done by the same toyboy.

I want to be able to look back,and reflect.

I’ve gotten into trouble like fuck i’m telling you, for some of the contents i wrote about all the you know who’s. Calling me up,asking me to meet up asking me wtf is my problem. I love the fact that hey its my freedom of speech and thats where it all started. Missycheerio, isn’t a famous household name,its nothing compared to anyone of you i would say.

The most critical,life changing moments were all written down here.
The period between Dec 2006 up till today, this was the untold story.

so please do correct me if i’m wrong. I concluded the story that this was an act of some jealous girlfriend of an ex-boyfriend which undeniably caused our never ending feud and she totally pulled it off. I vowed that some day i will make her pay for this, like quietly build her dreamhouse when i’m an architect and then let the house collapse on its own wtf. Thats if the money is sufficient to build the house lah,i said If.

I am honestly very happy with my life,the way it is, the simplicity of my daily routines, the new friends i made through blogsphere, and how thankful i am knowing that this page is stepped on say 400-500 a day? (not unique visits) -MQ don’t bomb me for this okay.   I don’t need the money or fame,just as long as I know that the right crowds listening.Not to some biased one side of the story written, told & bitched about. I’m just sick of this endless game,he was after all someone i loved and spent apart of my life with. Once,someone who’d moved mountains for me wtf and its part of my highschool love! Cherry had always loved my chicken soup and i love his couch at home wtf.

 
some art competition,which i attended with you?

i will never forgive that possessive girlfriend of his,which ruled me out as a friend in the very first place. Let me give you a clue, she was Cherry,Suet Li, and my primary schoolmate. i still remember how much i adored her when i was 9,standard 3; i’ve always loved your long long hair! You may hate me for my bitchy-ness then,but please just stop using my past against me. You can use 3579265434293470 reasons to get back at me,to throw more stuffs into my house, to make my car go missing, to make everyone you meet despise me, and the list goes on.I don’t hate you anymore,sorry it kinda hit me when i saw a picture of you in my photo album wtf. forget about the car,the eggs and everything else and lets move on.

spot the 9 year old me!

to hate someone with avoidance,hatred and regrets is pretty tiring. i shall disallow myself from producing negative thoughts about people,and start kicking in some positivity. she’s as gorgeous as she was when she was 9years old, and can’t deny that she still is. For once,i feel good doing this because i’m not doing this to cover up,to make up for my mistakes,or to hit anyone with my words.

You’ve all been reading,about the same ol’crap about my dramas which all relates to one root of the problem. I’ve never openly placed her blog link for the sake of keeping things cool,or perhaps stay out of unnecessary dramas. Since i am apologizing openly here, might as well end this once and for all. Just think,think again. I might be bad,but theres a part of me which holds memories and i’m only human after all.

*click*

God bless the both of you , and do drop me an email to smack me left,right,up,down if you’re not pleased with this. And if you’re ready to end this bullshit,email me too. Cherry is a friend i still hold on to very highly,regardless of all the things tht has happened.

with much love & regrets.
P/S: my closets finally sparkling clean now,feedbacks.