An Unpleasant Surprise

I received a notification on Facebook yesterday saying that Bajji had tagged 2 photos of me, and of all photos, he had to tag THIS photo from the "Beyonce Night" party at Powerhouse 6 months ago!



Just so you know, the one on the left is the infamous Tupperware Diva (aka the Queen of Plasticity), that's me in the center, and on the right is, well... The man who broke my heart.

Remember that whole period when I was so heart-broken that I isolated myself from the outside world for almost 2 weeks? Yeah, that's the man who broke my heart. Oh, and no, I'm not condemning him or whatsoever because he knows that deep (make that really deep) down inside, I still love him.

I guess it's pretty much redundant to express the shock I felt upon seeing the pic for I had already deleted the whole folder of pics taken that night, with the exception of my pic with Bajji of course.

The most sincere, kind-hearted friend anyone could ever get

Well anyway, my point of typing this whole entry is to let you know that I had a dream about the man who broke my heart last night. Shan't go much into the details of the dream, but it did cause me to cry in my sleep. I woke up realising that my eyes and cheeks were still wet, which then resulted in me crying again for a good 10 minutes.

Oh well... Honestly... I... I really don't know what else to say, guys... So... I shan't.

I shall end here.