Love At First Note

Went back to Ipoh last Friday just to go for my brother's baptism. Yes, finally a member of the family is being converted, err, converting into a Mormon. Not that it's a bad thing, I mean, as long as he doesn't turn into a bad person that's all that matters right?

I wore an fugly yellow shirt and spiked up my hair and wore a necklace and put really unnecessary accessories on my wrist. So I stood up pretty much as an angry brother who did not seem the least interested to be there to witness his brother's baptism. And I went to a CD shop later to check out some new albums and the people actually thought I was one of the pirated stuff sellers because of my hair and shirt. Kinda fun. Kinda not. Anyway, I bought Take That, Simon Webbe and Nick Lachey's CD.

There was an episode when I came back to KL. A friend stayed over at the house and lost her Tiffany necklace. So we kinda had this little family meeting that turned out into more of a bonding session. And I went over to Sam's place because I wasn't in the mood to boil hot water and I had to use his computer for some reasons.

I went for the Organizational Communication exam yesterday. It was easier than I thought it would be, mostly because more than half of the questions were True And False's.

Met with Eric last night. He didn't seem to change too much. Just a better liar. Maybe it's because I trust him too much. I finally gave him the Key. And he was sweet enough to bring me chocolates. But he was also sweet enough to have forgotten what my reaction was when he fed me the alcoholic chocolate the last time we had chocolates.

Have I moved on? I think on some level I have. I started seeing people, although none of them were serious dates or none of them turned out seriously because of my attitude towards them. But uh, seriously, I don't feel like dating. That's why I stopped after the first week or 2007. I think I went for seven dates or so and one actually ended inside my room on my bed, but no, nothing much there because I made him sleep on the other bed and told him that it was just a "date" and not a "one night stand" and I had all the rights, if not the means, to chase him out of the house if he did something fishy. And yeah, that was the last guy I went out with this month and uh, can't say I had any good time because I was still on rebound and uh, somehow I lost it. The feeling of wanting to love a new person.

And last night when I saw him again. I felt something. Although the feeling just lasted for like uh, 5 minutes. He was different in a way. Seemed far off. Nah, I think it's not my business anymore. It's actually very awkward because I don't think we're friends anymore. And that's pretty sad.

Maybe one day I will see a miracle. Maybe tomorrow. We have to move on, one way or another. Forgetting about you doesn't make me a happy person, it just keeps me from feeling the pain I went through. I am not closing my heart because of someone. I closed it FOR someone, someday.