Sunday, August 24, 2008
All the hopes to be close to her, the hopes to be called one of her sissies turned into balls of shame. He is a male. I just didn’t want to believe it for when I talk to Watermelon in game, she always seems so feminine. Yes. He carried himself well. As a girl. When I later on found out that he was one of those ancient, old members of DJs who objected to have me in the club, I started to dislike him.
After the break up with Sourcream, another jockey attempted to win Butternut’s heart. DJGrapes, who was totally shattered at that time, became a very dear friend to me. I was his confidant, a shoulder to cry on. Our closeness lead to a special friendship. He fell in love. I did too. Or so I thought. But same as Sourcream's story, it didn't last long. Bitterness ate him up that until now, he blames me for all the pain he went through.
The club has a very tight bond. Opening application for new members was a risk of time. Almost everyday, the club master would hire one or two applicants. It's fun to have new friends. But still you have to choose them. For you will never know who are true and who are going to pull you down and bury you alive.
Cinnamon Rolls Went Rolling
I was beginning to get close to DJCinnamon at that time. He was the guy I never thought he is. I always tease him, telling him that I like him when I know he won't like me. It's not that Im not pretty, it's just that .. He likes somebody else. There was this one time when I was so bored, I got him to text me. And jeez, I was totally out of my mind. I uttered the magical words. Yes you know it. I told him that I love him. And whoa, I got him confused. I keep telling him that I love him when I know in myself that I was just infatuated. After a few replies, he told me that he loves me back. OMG. Is that for real? Yes it was for real.
Days passed, the online script turned into a real life love story. The jockeys were in a swimming party that time, we were drinking beer. I was crying then for I don't want to get hurt anymore. I don't want to hurt others because I am hurting. I just want to be happy. That was when I saw Cinnamon, for the very first time. Cinnamon.
TO CONTINUE.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
We were all in getting-to-know-each-other stage when some DJs entered the room. I felt their warmth, their friendship, their sincerity. But I proved myself wrong. Not all of them likes me.
I heard rumors that some ancient members really didn't want me in the club. The hell I care, the club master accepted me as an official member and that's all that matters.
The Deal With DJSourcream
Sourcream, who eventually became my in-game couple after weeks of my stay in the club, had been one of my closest friends online. He would comment on my photos in friendster everyday, stating how he loves to look at my pictures, how he likes me. I sensed something far more than friendship in him and I was right. Sourcream courted me for more than a week then boom, before I knew it, I was starting a special friendship with him. Too bad, it didn't last for even a month. He just cant save me from the burdens I was carrying at that time. He was too weak to be my saviour.
At long last, after weeks of having cyber friendship, I met them ... personally at Boss Lhime's birthday party. I wasn't surprised when I saw that he really was a he. Besides, they already warned me that Lhime is a male. But there's this one revelation I tend not to believe ... at first.
DJWatermelon, Male or Female? Good or Bad?
I was looking for her, the great signature maker of the club. I heard that she was one of Lhime's closest friends and that they both came from one place. Blackberry, who took me to the venue of Lhime's party asked me if I know the guy standing by the front door's internet cafe. He was a tall, slim guy with weakly shaven beard and mustache. He's not that handsome, I told myself. I was staring at him when Blackberry blurted out that the guy I was looking at is DJWatermelon. You read it right folks. It was him.TO CONTINUE ..
