A Quickie

2 nights ago, I decided to spend some money I had leftover to get drunk (well, if not drunk, at least alcohol to a happy level) and so I did (sorry Cookies and Cakes!!!!! *puppy dog face*). After a couple of beers and a light head I came back home to find my cousin who was off to Colonial Territory the next day at my place. He invited me to indulge in some more sloshing (all paid for of course). So we did.

Well, by that time I was missing one person and my dear blog followers you would've already guessed who.

So I impulsively sent him a message.

Hdaran to Mr. P: I will love you and no one else. That thing I did with you was with you and no one else.

Shit, of all the times I have been foolish this was by far on the top of the list! Alcohol, DAMN!!!! I should've stuck to being sober.
So I spent half a day regretting that foolish act and I decided to send him a message rectifying the situation;

Hdaran: I wrongly sent the message last night.
Mr. P: I need help from you.
Hdaran: No I CANNOT help you.
Mr. P: Please la.
Hdaran: What?
Mr. P: I got KPLI interview.
Hdaran: So?
Mr. P: I need to answer 3 questions. And write...... (don't quite remember details because I erased those messages)
Hdaran: Why are you asking me??
Mr. P: I got no one else.
Hdaran: You are asking me only because I can do the best for you. Why don't you ask Alcohol Pre-Presentation, he's already doing KPLI. He can help you better than I can. Or why don't you ask Confused Gal's sister, your friend what! Or Confused Gal, or any other juniors. Ask them!!! I cannot help you.
Mr. P: Ok thanks a lot.

Now, you would wonder why Confused Gal's sister came into the picture. Mr. P and she had an interesting affair they called friendship. BULLSHIT!!! Yes, an Indian girl of her mentality and an Indian guy with Mr. P's shallow and deprived mind would sit side by side each other, while she allows him to run his hand up and down her hair and caress her thighs. Yes, yes, friendship... MY ASS!!! I was there watching all this.  To describe jealousy in a graphic manner would be like to receive a huge blow on your stomach that turns your guts inside out and creates mayhem in your stomach until you feel like throwing up!!! Boy, God forbid me to ever feel that again. And Mr. P had the audacity to send me down to go and get some drinks for the both of them while they continued smooching. I'd take HELL any day as opposed to those feelings. The person whom actually helped Mr. P with the RM 3500.00 for his fees payment was this person, so you'd imagine how I really felt for her.

Anyways, this quickie was not because I wanted to bitch about Confused Gal's sister; it was to finally tell myself that I am be-ridden of Mr. P!!! I have never refused  him flatly before... And finally the guts came around to do it... finally.....