Ben just turned twenty-one last Sat, and we had a really great time together while celebrating his 21st birthday bash held at the NUSS Guild House at Suntec City. The buffet dinner was great, along with very nice hospitality from his parents, who offered us red or white wine but we kindly rejected them, since most of us didn’t wanna get drunk or tipsy. It was a really enjoyable evening, thanks for everything, and hope you liked our presents. (^ ^);

And on the other hand, I was actually quite disappointed with someone else, close to my heart. Shan’t go into details about it, but let’s just say if she can’t even show a sense of responsibility to her friends, especially someone like me, then I guess I had misjudged her all along this while. So why should I even give a heck about her? Sorry, but my kindness ain’t for ya to be taken for granted, try me and you will receive it, the kind of treatment you wouldn’t want from me. If you can’t even humbly accept cynicism from someone like me, then I guess my words ain’t worth that much, for someone like you.

I’m really starting to get tired of all these. Placing my trust in someone, and in the end getting myself taken for granted. And it’s not the first time I had encountered this from her, all with her lies or whatsnot. This is seriously dealing some damage to me, especially for someone who was trying to recover from a failed relationship with someone of the opposite sex. I’m trying to be neutral here, since I know not all girls are like this. But it’s just like I’m now currently trying so hard to recover from my post-traumatic experience with a girl, and now something like this happens. I always question myself, and find my faith wavering slowly. So how do you expect me to pick things up from here? At this rate, I might never even wanna trust the opposite sex again, period.

I really need a break. Need some time-off to find the statement of beliefs and purpose, the strength to hold my faith again. Till then, later everyone.

“I have confessed myself a temerarious theologian, and in that passage from boyhood to manhood I ranged widely in my search for some permanently satisfying Truth.”
– H. G. Wells, The New Machiavelli