As I promised..Sunday

It was the most unimaginable Sunday of my entire life. Haha…that should set the tone for this post. And I bet you already know the outcome of my Sunday.

My friends, for the first time in my bloody life, I got ditched! Yeah, you heard me right…I got ditched! Was I angry? Was I sad? Was I indifferent? I felt all three…incredulous was more what I felt!

Which makes me ponder whether I am truly enthralled by him or is it because I can’t seem to find a better replacement model? Indifferent is good…because that would mean he no longer is significant to me …hmmm….the feeling does fade, as surely as you told me so….hmmmm….interesting to note.

I am even beginning to wonder if he meant nothing more than a friend to me. Because I no longer have the urge to call him and no longer need to hear his voice to survive…but damn it, I still want to see him…sigh sigh….

But I digress.

That son of a bitch cancelled on me…cancelled lunch appointment on a short message service and suggested dinner instead…in which case, he promised to call the next day….alas, he did not call…and not even a short message service…a short message service, for crying out loud!!! Is it not courtesy as friends to show up for dinner when you bloody well meant it?

Sob sob…stupidly and shy to admit to you, I actually waited for him to call. I waited from morning till evening came…till the cows came…I did not even get a short message service….basically, I was left hanging on a cili api tree to rot. If you saw me, you will pity me because even I pitied myself. It was a pathetic sight, I tell you. I was holding on to my mobile phone for dear life and checking it every few minutes…wondering for a minute in Bridget Jone’s manner as to whether my mobile is actually working!

In the end, wiped out all my beautiful makeup (wasted effort and not to mentioned wasted RM10 per DIY makeup session)…put on comfy pajamas…and went to bed…feeling once again indifferent and sad. I still can not understand why I am not terribly angry at him. I am so willing to forgive him all the dire shit he hands over to me. Pathetic for a strong girl like me! Which brings me to the next topic of discussion…making up excuses to refrain from the harsh reality that hurt me so?