My best fren isnt talking to me anymore (well,I was the one who told her to stay away from me)..but I guess it doesnt count in my favour even if I wrote here the reason why I said that.

There was this fren of mine, a girl who stayed with me in my college days..she cared for me, cooked for me and I think I gave her just as much love as she gave me..Perhaps more. A few years later,she & I drifted apart..two different cities and I didnt feel like taking a train evrytime to see her.. I was still studying back then. So when I met her last year, there was an incident that brought me to stand up and notice things abt her which had been there all along. She spitted fire, abused verbally to her soon to be husband. And I told her when our friendship faded away it was her acidic words that she used on me that stayed in my memory..much longer than her love. I told her not to do it.. I think I was pretty soft all this time to take it from her..things about my family, moral issues and blah blah. My best fren is somewhat like her. Sometimes I look outside a window, gulp down tears and still get amazed that even at that moment, not even a single bad word comes out from my mouth. I think I got this from my parents.

What upsets me most is knowing that I loved her a lil less each day..I dont even miss her anymore. Got so used to being my own nurse.

I must go get ready.

Its been six months since I came here. Well, this is supposedly a virtual diary and I think its rather lame to write anything here. Superficial to want anyone to read this. But then I find it too much of a hassle to find a pen, get a paper and start a mind fuck. And my keyboard is pretty smooth. So here I am again..Talking to myself, whispering these words as I key in.

I am gonna go watch a game between the Manchester United & the Bayern Munchens at this place call Manchester United Cafe Bar in about 2 hrs time. Its past midnight here in Singapore and the place is open till 6 in the morning. I am not into football but then he is german and he had been bragging about how ecstatic it d be if the germans win. I think we might get thrown out for going to a hardcore united club to cheer against them.

I ve been with this guy for about a year now. It was interesting to see myself go thru change..like for example I started liking the taste and smell of double espresso on my mouth when I hated coffee earlier. And sparkling water is what I drink whenever and wherever I could. And I thot bubbles sucks in a drink..I dont do sprite or coke only because I get this burp thats absolutely disgusting. I started liking San Peligrino and perriers.. I wonder if we become the other person when we are in a relation..It would be terribly boring in the end. I also notice him mimicking my 'hmm'..thats the sound I make when I try to think of the next word or when I am avoiding a verbal confrontation..I also do my hmmm when I eat yoghurt and he does the same. Like some cat with a satiated look on its face. We both love yoghurt, like to lick the foil when there are some on it, love running and sparkling water..Thats three. I m sure three wont bore us soon..