I've committed myself to reports of emotional waterworks displays. I just didn't think it would i) happen this early in the year and ii) be one post right after the first.
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*Sheep and I were never really close. You can say she's probably a level four friend (if friends have degrees, or like concentric circles of friendship) from high school. It was fun meeting up with her and other level one (*Lingy and *Lene) and four friends over dinner and drinks as we chat about old times and catch up after a long time. It was lovely, really.
In fact *Sheep drove me to dinner and over the two hours she took to drive there and back, we had a genuine dialogue on our lives and futures. But we didn't talk about *Gallant. She didn't ask so I felt it would be odd to declaringly state the existence of a boyfriend.
The next time we met up for drinks with a larger group of girls, the level ones told the rest about him.
*Sheep stared at me in disbelief and whispered to *Lene and asked if he was made up.
Quickly, speculations were made about about this guy whom I keep away in Singapore and the bizarreness of the *banana/English influenced me would find in a Chinese native (stereotyping isn't nice *tsk *tsk) and how I don't have any pictures of him, etc.
In my defense *Ling has met him in person (I would assume the level fours think she's conspiring with me) and I hate/loathe/despise myself in pictures. Nonetheless, I did have one of us together and it was shared with a few, but:
I take pictures with many guys too - came another accusation, suggesting it was a random photo.
The picture in question
Wrong. For a girl who hates photographs, you think I would have random photo shots with guys? *Ling jokingly said once that it is practically an *honour if I agree to take a photo and they are (indeed) rare.
Hurt as I was, I dismissed the speculations. It's my relationship, not theirs.
A few weeks pass and *Doll-face (a level three) comes to Singapore to visit. I was happy and eager to meet her as I've always enjoyed her wonderful company. Little did I know the level fours sent her here to collect evidence of *Gallant's existence. She told me so nonchalantly.
*Doll-face came over with a couple of other friends around 9.30pm and waited till 11pm before making a move to the nearby mamak food store. Perhaps my fault was that I was concerned with *Gallant and his workload (he's in the middle of a 100 hour experiment that requires his constant attention and the symposium he's working on has him constantly on the phone) so I didn't want to pressure him by telling him that they were waiting for his physical evidence.
The last shuttle bus that leaves the campus is at 11pm and true to the late-natured boyfriend of mine, he came late.
I was shrinking with discomfort and at the same time pure irritance at the dismayed looks that probably were saying things like poor little liar or something to that effect. They made me feel as if I was going to announce to them that my made up boyfriend wasn't going to show. I scurried them onto the bus and said that we would meet them there.
Worse still, *Gallant appeared after the bus left in his stay-in-room *pagoda-uncle singlet that he wouldn't even wear to the canteen. He was late and he couldn't help it. He was apologetic too as I had to rush him back to his room to change and we took the taxi to the meeting place.
Needless to say it was a very uncomfortable meeting and I wondered if these girls were thinking that he is a friend in guise of a boyfriend. You know, the stuff teenagers do in high school. I was tired from the stress of the long day of classes that ended at 9pm, the whole Plato ISM matter and now this. And *Gallant was so tired that he didn't even make the tiniest effort to impress.
So I came back to the comforts of my room and cried. I couldn't even tell *Gallant as it seems to me such a childish, mean, hurtful and b*tchy thing to do and to reveal about my so-called friends.
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To the friends that came with *Doll Face last night, let's just say that I'm not angry with people but the matter and I don't really connect it with you. Perhaps I'm on the (extremely) sensitive side so please excuse this rant.
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He was very tired (no sleep for two days) on the night we took our only photo together so it doesn't do *Gallant any justice. Here's one of him (right of picture) with his senior at a Bollywood themed party.
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