Monday, March 15, 2004

I had the house all by myself, for the first time in months, yesterday.

It was my chance to do something nasty like pop in a porn video, or dance naked without a care in the world. I could've bought liquors and drowned myself in alcohol. I could've bought a pack of cigarette and tried to relearn how to puff.

But no, I saw it as an opportunity to watch F4 concerts undisturbed.

Thank God, no one was around when I saw how in one of their concerts, Jerry picked a fan from the crowd. (I thought he was adorably cute when he introduced himself to the girl.)

I panicked real bad when I saw him lead the girl to a cage and locked her there. Oh my God, he's going to serenade her. The bastard! He can't do that! It'll kill me!

Unfortunately for me, he did.

The bitch even had the temerity to reach out from her stupid little cage and hugged Jerry from behind. Curses on the girl. Curses on her lovelife. Curses on all her descendants!

That's not all, Jerry entered the cage before the damned contraption was lifted above. He was trapped with that ugly, probably very smelly and sweaty girl.

I had to skip the rest because I just couldn't take it. I was slayed at my own home.

It was a good thing that nobody saw me, a 1-- lbs woman punching a pillow, screaming in agony, sobbing.

Punching a pillow.

Screaming in agony.

Sobbing.

It was a pathetic sight, I tell you.

So now, a few hours later, I couldn't sleep. The image is just too clear for me to ignore. Why, oh why did he have to that? It's bound to give me nightmares for weeks. Inconsiderate bastard.

I hate Jerry Yan. I hate the power he has over me. To think, I only saw him live thrice. I haven't even touched him yet. It's not decent, I tell you. I hate him.

Jerry Yan can your translator read this? I HATE YOU! I DO! You think you're so special just because every single breath that you take could send thousands of girls (including me) buckling beneath their knees? We'll you're not that special. You're not. And I will get over you soon.

Oh yes I will. You just watch me.

No amount of smiling on your part could sway you back to my good graces.

Jerry, you've hurt me for the last time. I mean how can you do that? Do you have any idea of the emotional turmoil that cage props had brought to me? I howl in pain just by the thought of it. How can you be sooo insensitive to my feelings? I feel so betrayed.

Oh and by the way, I wish you'd come back here in our country real soon... just so I can show you that I will not buy any of your damned tickets nor harrass any of my officemates for a free ticket or passport to any of your stupid conferences.

Yes. I'll get over you real soon. Soon.

Blog roll

affliations

many thanks to

Monday, March 15, 2004

0 Comments: