I know I am totally slacking in the blogging scheme of things. I should be doing something about this, after all it could be my claim to fame. As recommended by Siew and Auntie Fang. I am sure I can impress the socks of creative people with my Slightly Singapore centric command of english and constant (if not boring) rant about mundane issues.

Nevermind about that. I need to record the details of my life before it goes by like the weekends, in a blink.

It was at lunch today when I saw him. Him being the idiot that broke up with my dearest friend after dating her for many years. After she given all and more for the crap that he already was before he sunk to the lowest level of stink, when everyone did not see what and why she saw in him. He was cheating on her. Which is a Big Surprise considering that he was such a disgusting lazy person that no one suspected it when he started acting cold around her.

I told her that I would go up to him and curse him when I saw him ever. And I wanted to. To walk over and say a few choice bad swear words to him and fling his bowl of beef noodles in his face. I was thinking of the names to call him in my head. But in the end, I did not. I let my dearest friend down. Maybe next time I will. No, next time I will.

What happens when my friends who see ‘Him who cannot be mentioned’? I told them never to tell me when they bump into him anywhere. The only time I want to hear of him is when he is dead. I wonder, did they feel the same way I did this lunch time. Did they want to go up to him to give him a slap on his face or curse the day he was born? If they did even in their heads, I thank them for all their silent and mental standing up for me. I really appreciate that.