the end.

FInally Its all over!!!

pity the next ger that's gonna get the same "torture-treatment", the all "rewarding" giving without appreciation & last but not least, the incessant lies and bluffs that is wad he's made up of. afterall, he's juz but a plain salesman.

lemme put things straight. however bad he made me sound, much of it i beg to differ, truth is - he's such a crap. in the light of that, may i enforce the notion that if everything is calm and as they were supposed to be, no one ever knew the tidal waves were coming rite?

but presumbly there were warning signs, signals of facts that were part-and-parcel of wad most of us women called: "the 6th sense aka the woman's inkling" , undoubtingly maniactical behaviour would be performed by us, especially to someone or something they care so much for.

haha! but what is it? i get labelled possessive, jealous-easily & too sensitive? well, probably only the sensitive part is true. lets plod on to digest what has sensitivity in me done and made reality happened in my life days ago.

for one, it has helped so much to uncover horrifying facts and truths abt what i should say - my EX. Blunder to my naivity for the past year and months i was delusional and under his control. the facts and data juz kept pouring into my grasps. even if he "tried" so darn hard to hide it from me? including deleting his hp msgs that contain "sacred holy" msgs from the other sex which could most often be juz his momentus cheehong period that he decided to offer a namecard or perhaps something more?

whats real then? i can put it across honestly. his line needs him to be portrayed as a goody-2-shoes morally-upright chap that is utterly the opposite. i stuck with him even when i found out his big bluff - the nightclub outing with topless gers ard, unwittingly believing that his decency (as he claimed so) was the most admirable above all others.

indeed, things ain't the end ever since nightclub outing. hidden dates, ignorance to my calls and smses, lies upon lies has lead to my dumbfoundedness that "omg! i'm really actually with such a moron and a jerk!"

who was there when i desperately needed someone in the pits of depression? not him

for all the time with me, neither has he met my folks nor tried to please them with simple gifts or small tokens - NIL. what fuck?

for all the energy and bright little deeds that i performed for him saw no appreciation in the reality of his eyes - he juz took, accepted, used without any gratitude. where was the genuine thank you? or the sincere smile?

i put it to all of u that trust in any of such "freaks" of nature should probably juz be prematurely deleted in order to savage any of whats left besides your misery. there's no such thing as a "happy ending" - even if it is so much a folktale in children's books.

what's more is the lies that he can "bright-eyed" say into my face - not forgetting with the spark of nonchanlancy. understandably, he ain't the MR NICE GUY that everyone calls him. that's juz how he wants to be looked upon to gain monetory benefits, more popularity and also more affections that he greatly craves for.

he's sly? "you can run but u cannot hide" truth always surfaces up somehow or other. juz as how justice will always prevail over evil. i put it to all of u reading this, open your eyes big and be clear of who is the ones who are truthful and real. not a platinum fake gem that shines so brightly in times of prosperity and dulls away as gloom and problems surfaces.

details of his doings i won't be writing down, his ways of lies, his problematic lifestyle, his remarkable irresponsible "bah" habits, even his status and character/behaviour/literacy,(i hope u're SO glad terence teo. at least ur name is not tarnished? or should i say "why so scared for wad?? scared ppl know abt the way u toss me abt like an animal?") i juz don't give a shit-hole abt description of his disappointing treatments and torments to me - mentally and emotionally.

yes, i write what i want here. this is my outlet for flaring my inner guts out. i don't need to enforce frequent night-spot outings juz to derive my satisfaction from excruting my inner me by dousing myself drunk nor flirt around like i'm a whore. i am a good ger. i am a talented writer. i don't need to succumb to worldly temptations of drink, sleep and sloth, nor the 7 deadly sins juz to feel better.

not only have i wasted a portion of my youth on an old man that doesn't even have the slightest maturity in his mind nor actions, but also i have wasted my talents and ambitions, lacking in goals that i should have strived for so dearly. yet no appreciation of the least is felt or seen by him? but i get more evil back. he must probably be a devil-recarnated.

i openly admit that my writings would so god-forbid offend any beings in my cycle of friends. however so, penning down my thoughts in words is for my own selfish desire. to reap the joy of being able to "bitch" abt anything and everything in here that i so do see fit, no constraints what-so-ever. why then blog if u are restaint with the need to be courteous, polite and fucking boring???

so shoot me. thanx to him, making me realise only one thing, that everyone has to have their own selfish wants in front of others. he taught me the dear price of selfishness with a huge lesson that took almost 1 and a half years to complete.

so here i am being selfish. writing down as i wan, wad i wan. sorry if i made a promise that i wouldn't blog abt u anymore? empty promises is juz what u used to give me. i'm juz being a selfish bitch then. put it on my list of negative assets that u already and surely labelled me.

to my fans, don't worry abt ur dear sherry here. she learnt her lesson - like touching a hot pot and learning that it burns, she understands the ways of the male-breed even more thoroughly.

at the end of the day, i haven't lost much. i've gained my inner powered-up me and i've gained alot more friends. i've gained the knowledge that giving-till-it-hurts is all a bluff, and that the next guy/guys (which i already have in line) will jolly-well get a very hard time from missy me.