"I will destroy her," N said, clenching her hands in anger.

And when I looked into her eye, I saw the determination and seriousness of those words. And I knew. She was not kidding nor was she all talk and no action. She was for real.

So you know what, S? May God help you, for I had hinted time and again that hell hath no fury like a powerful woman who has been played for a fool. And yet you still chose to play with fire.

Oh, but wouldn't you know it? It gets more interesting for it is true what they say. You can never hide from the truth.

After the events that had unfolded tonight, it seems that N is no longer alone in this. For you seem to have stepped on so many heads in your quest to achieve the unachievable that all your victims have now formed an ally. And they are hell-bent on shredding you to pieces.

I have said this before and I will say this again - I refuse to be involved in this war. But I will, however, sit back and watch the drama unfold with nary a helping hand to you. Not because of the wrong you had done unto me. Nor the wrong you did unto my good friend. But it is simply because every evil has to have its payback. And your payback is N.O.W.

I am sick of this. The only reason I am coming through with it is because I had promised myself to make this memorable for him. And nothing less than "positively memorable" is what I will strive for.

But you know what? Another commitment broken just goes to proof the kind of person that you are; and, trust me, none of that is positive. Of course, it did not help that you were out of my good book a long time ago.

I look forward to the day it ends for real.

Screw retail therapy. It is only temporary and burns a hole in your bank account.

Screw food therapy. It is just as temporary and not only does it burn a hole in your bank account; it also causes unnecessary ailments and fats to yourself.

Screw any form of therapy because it usually means money and running from one place to another.

And I do not have time to be rushing all over Singapore. Because someone once commented that she has to book me at least a month in advance to ensure a slot in my, quote, ever-busy schedule, unquote.

As exaggerated as that may seem, I realised that there may actually be some truth to what she had claimed. My calendar is so filled with after-work commitments these days, it is no longer funny. Not least because I hardly have time for family and friends now.

I long for a day in which I can actually hang out with a group of family and/or friends and get caught up in our world without worrying that I have to be somewhere else by a certain time. Now that, my friends, would be the ultimate bliss. Because, that way, I can say for sure that we caught up on everything (and then some) that has been going on with each other since our last meeting. Only then will I be completely satiated and relaxed.

Any takers?

Well, well, well. So Diaryland has decided to clean up its database and be unavailable for awhile. Here I am again then. Say hello to Blogspot once more, Ms Irdawathy Anuar, for you are going to dump your torrent of words here while you give Diaryland a break.

Are you ready?