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I am Isabel. Welcome to my blog. This place is a collection of my experiences.

Born in Sgp in Oct 1986.

Loves:
- Life
- My family
- P3
- Guy
- Crazy Elephant, Clarke Quay & Erdinger
- Sexy scents (If you smell sexy, stay away, I might just eat you up!)
- Good lookers (They always make my day *wink*)
- Chilling out with JCW
- Dresses (2008 new craze for me!)
- Fags
- YOUTUBE et WMM
- ADDIDAS, COACH, CHANEL et GUCCI

Hates:
- Princesses (Big bullies when I am nice to you!)
- Control Freaks (It is my life, not yours, back off!)
- Racist pigs (Love the world because we are different. *winks*)
- Being bored
- Being broke


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Sunday, May 06, 2007 12:53 PM



- EMY -

Haha. Today, I decided to title this post after Emy. It has been a long time since I thought about him. To be exact, he was this part of my life about 4 years ago.

It was a rollercoaster then, my first serious guy and I put a lot of time, hope and smses on him. When it was over, I was so depressed. P3 were away for that period of time, and so I didn't have anyone to turn to.

I remember the way he treated me. Like shit. Yet, I kept staying at the same spot. Positive throughout the whole journey. Just holding on to the whole relationship, keeping faith. When he pushed me away, I went back like a fool. I thought all he needed was support from someone because he was going through a tough patch in life.

Support, my ass.

He was no longer interested, but probably too fucking lazy to admit it. Me, too lost in my own world of positivity, that I don't see the truth.

2007. Why do I think about him now? I know the answer. Because that fucked up, frustrated feeling has come back.

The feeling is head scratching, hair pulling, feel like shouting at the top of my voice. WHY? Because of stupid R!

Ok, so now JCW knows what I am talking about. The chemistry was sizzling, and it was so comfortable talking to him. We had the same common topics, the same laughter, same ideas. I just wanted to treat him like a friend.

But he was so sweet la. His smses and the attention I got was like sugar rush! I could catch myself smiling at times after reading his sms. OMG.

Now after 2 weeks (yeah only 2 weeks), I realised I just got addicted to R. He is like a puppy that I want to care for, especially when he has been so hurt by her, blah blah. For all you know, he was probably just lying about everything.

Today, when I woke up. I suddenly remembered Emy and how I gained closure from the torture he gave. My method was simple, I was sitting after work at RV Plaza, and I decided this shall be the end of it. So I sms him, good bye forever and stopped thinking about him since then.

With R, I can't use this method because there is nothing between us. AHh. Ok, got to cope with it by changing my attitude I guess.


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