One of the worst things that can ever happen to anyone is when you BECOME what you were STANDING AGAINST for.
So how can this animal be allowed to take care of the millions of abused women and girls in this world through his Right To Lie Foundation if his very own personal foundation is barely there?
Sometimes I feel as though people who fight for certain causes are just not what they seem to be. A leader who claims to have compassion for abused migrant workers could very easily look down on any person hailing from a non-first-world country, so I've personally learned. These kinds of leaders only approach you when they need your money or when they need you to vote for them to win some kind of award or title. I still receive those silly “gimme money” and “vote for me” emails every now and then. These people are just so lucky to be helped by so many rich foundations, such as the L Foundation.
I remember how M used to talk about how an Old Auntie used to watch over him in his apartment. She was the previous resident in that apartment we used to stay in until she passed on. I've never seen her before and I don't wish to.
What kind of an atheist are you if you're able to see and believe in ghosts? M loves being different from the 6 billion+ people in this world. So even as an atheist, he has to be an atheist that's different from other atheists. Bloody unique, aren't you, baby bear?
I used to call him that silly name because he practically snored like a growling polar bear.
Wherever M may be now, I hope he brought Old Auntie along with him on his many adventures. She'd be thrilled to bits to be able to listen to his neverending stories while he smokes his rollies or his pipe (another "THE MAN" wannabe). He'd be thrilled to bits to have a female to lie and sweet-talk to every now and then.
I remember how I used to sit near him to listen to him talk non-stop while he prepared his uniquely-flavoured rollies. He’d use coffee, vanilla and even mango essences to prepare those things.
Come to think of it again, Old Auntie could be the only witness to what M had done to me, the disposable fcuktoy.
I met one of M's acquaintances a couple of weeks ago through another friend during an outing. I'm so glad he doesn't remember seeing me hanging around near his area before. He is exactly how M had described him. Always claiming to know certain celebs or rich people. Wouldn't have been nice for me to tell him what M had said about him, so I’ll just write about it here.
I wonder if M ever meant all the nice things he ever said to me. Or is he just like another one of those despicable men depicted in his wonderful documentary.
However sudden he had so unexpectedly dropped me from his life, for a while, I had truly believed in the existence of love, passion, whatever you call it, right up to the point when he suddenly changed. Those are the moments that I’ll remember and maybe cherish for a very long time. The wonderful ones, I mean.
But for now, I do wish he would somehow end up castrated. That should’ve happened on the day when he was born.
Wishful thinking, perhaps.
