Smiling At Myself
I got an email in my mailbox today. To go to Friendster.
Yes, finally I am going there. Come to think of it, it's not as scarey as I made it out to be previously.
So I log in and went to the inbox, went to read the message. Some SP kid said he randomly found my blog and wants me to go visit a website about the story of 2 JC kids. I clicked on the link, but it didn't bring me anywhere. Was going to write to tell the guy about that, but reckon I can do it later.
AND THEN. I saw HIS face in the inbox. Proceeded to click on the checkboxes next to them and click on "delete". It went on for about 2 or 3 pages. Before I click on the delete the last message, I clicked on his name to go to his profile out of curiosity. Ok, out of kpo-ness, or not-willing-to-let-it-go-ness. Whatever.
Last Login: 24 hours
Number of friends: 280
That's all I need to know. He is still living his life like nothing has happened. And is progressively acquiring new friends.
I had fallen in love with a Player. And a Christian Player. I recalled, he did make some mention about how his friends commented that he was different from the nerd that he used to be in secondary school. That he is better with girls... So this is it.
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On the way home after class today, I had to stand at the seat taken by a man/woman who dressed strangely and reeks of heavy body odour on the bus. Looks like he/she has not taken a shower for a long time. Of course, nobody dares to sit next to him/her, and I am the brave one who chose to stand next to the seat.
While trying hard not to make eye contact with that person, I look elsewhere and started to reflect on my return to Friendster today.
"So much for all the pining and the silly tears. I was swept away by a Player. A Player."
It's much easier to let the past go now. Obviously this person is not tied down with critical illness or physically incapabilities or difficult social life that he cannot communicate with other people. And he chose to ignore me. He chose to abandon. For reasons I will never know.
I did my part to my best ability in that affair as far as I know. If he did not see those, then I also have nothing to say. Anyway, I know I am accountable to God in the things that I did. And I am very sure he will be held accountable for what he did to me when he meet Him too.
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Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.......
Is this an experience I have to acquired so that I can help others with similar experience in the future? I have a feeling it will be so.
Somehow, I always believe that all these hard experiences that I have in life will be useful when I use it to counsel others, when they come to me.
Well, I did tell God I want to be a Barnabas, an Encourager to others, right? I guess He is putting me on OJT.
:)
Yes, finally I am going there. Come to think of it, it's not as scarey as I made it out to be previously.
So I log in and went to the inbox, went to read the message. Some SP kid said he randomly found my blog and wants me to go visit a website about the story of 2 JC kids. I clicked on the link, but it didn't bring me anywhere. Was going to write to tell the guy about that, but reckon I can do it later.
AND THEN. I saw HIS face in the inbox. Proceeded to click on the checkboxes next to them and click on "delete". It went on for about 2 or 3 pages. Before I click on the delete the last message, I clicked on his name to go to his profile out of curiosity. Ok, out of kpo-ness, or not-willing-to-let-it-go-ness. Whatever.
Last Login: 24 hours
Number of friends: 280
That's all I need to know. He is still living his life like nothing has happened. And is progressively acquiring new friends.
I had fallen in love with a Player. And a Christian Player. I recalled, he did make some mention about how his friends commented that he was different from the nerd that he used to be in secondary school. That he is better with girls... So this is it.
- - - - - - -
On the way home after class today, I had to stand at the seat taken by a man/woman who dressed strangely and reeks of heavy body odour on the bus. Looks like he/she has not taken a shower for a long time. Of course, nobody dares to sit next to him/her, and I am the brave one who chose to stand next to the seat.
While trying hard not to make eye contact with that person, I look elsewhere and started to reflect on my return to Friendster today.
"So much for all the pining and the silly tears. I was swept away by a Player. A Player."
It's much easier to let the past go now. Obviously this person is not tied down with critical illness or physically incapabilities or difficult social life that he cannot communicate with other people. And he chose to ignore me. He chose to abandon. For reasons I will never know.
I did my part to my best ability in that affair as far as I know. If he did not see those, then I also have nothing to say. Anyway, I know I am accountable to God in the things that I did. And I am very sure he will be held accountable for what he did to me when he meet Him too.
- - - - - - - - - -
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.......
Is this an experience I have to acquired so that I can help others with similar experience in the future? I have a feeling it will be so.
Somehow, I always believe that all these hard experiences that I have in life will be useful when I use it to counsel others, when they come to me.
Well, I did tell God I want to be a Barnabas, an Encourager to others, right? I guess He is putting me on OJT.
:)
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