Friday, May 14, 2004
Payback Timei wasn't feeling intimidated but the immersed feeling was daunting. i would rather have a simple dinner with my most hatred enemy than having to struggle dining with a duplicate. a wannabe. a person with impeccable table manners. intolerable communications etiquette. Simply, a guy with poor mannerisms.
It is not for nothing that the eyes are called the windows to a person’s soul. Eye contact creates a strong connection between two people and also creates an impression of sincerity and trustworthiness. So much so that i could hardly see his sincerity in treating me to a simple birthday dinner. I'd made a firm stand. And that was feel no obligation to treat me 'cos its of ZERO value. Emotionally.
i found myself talking to somebody who was not interested in listening to me but was intensively texting away. having the menu placed infront of your damn face while conversing is a PLAIN RUDE GESTURE of yours. whatever he was yakking away last evening, was a piece of rumble. it wasn't even left ear in right ear out. No enthusiastic participation is a turn off. someone who is unable to hold a proper conversation. for an instance, juz like a guy. Obviously, a girl who can't hold a good conversation turns him off. Moreover, the guy will classify her as a bimbo. Likewise, i was with a HIMBO.
A big time HIMBO who was CONSTANTLY sms-ing to whoever throughout dinner, our no-eye-contact conversation and the freaking long mart ride home. it was only mere two stops for me though but it seemed bloody twenty stops.
a thing from the past.
It's Not you, It's Me!
the reason someone, anyone will give you for ending the relationship has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them, the classic " It's not you- It's me" line.
I guess it wasn't you after all! It was me! My personality didn't interest you after 2 1/2 years! I who you just didn't like after the same period of time.
Next! Next person!
Someone who isn't me!
Buzz off from my life. Or rather Go bitch off! I reckon that was indeed what you doing, texting to whoever the person was behind all those numerous sms-sss.
Com end of last night, i wasn't crying nor sad. I was laughing at what a fool you were. oh yar, many thanks for the dinner. < These words are SINCERE! no kidding.
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