At that time, I watched him chase Janice day by day... Everyday, he will have dinners with her... and then came home to me around 12am... then, 1am... then, 2am.... How can he chase another girl right in front of me just like that?? And then, he will come home take a shower and sleep right next to me every night....

Janice knows all about me... She knows what situation we are all in... As a victim herself from her previous relationship, since her previous boyfriend left her for another girl, she should know very well how I feel.... Why would she choose to do something like that when she know the pain so well?? How can you build happiness on top of another person's sorrow???

In a phone conversation with Janice, she even guarantee to me that there is nothing between her and Vinci in the past... therefore, there won't be anything between them in the future... What a liar she is!!! Till this day, my hate for her is only building up, nothing going less....

There are so many unhappy moments and scenes that I cannot record everything in this homepage... but the most dramatic will be the night of 25th May, 2001... That night, Janice called Vinci at our home number around midnight... Right next to me, Vinci started this long phone conversation with Janice... He treated me as though, I don't exist.... So happily they talked... Even to the point about flowers that Vinci sent to her workplace... I got so angry, that I said, "Shut up!" without thinking of any consequences...

I don't wanna to go into details what happened afterwards but that was the worst night I ever have in my life.... I died three times in that night but yet, I am still living to this day...

Very soon, Vinci started to move his things bit by bit to her place... It started off with a few shirts... then, ties... then, shoes.... in the end, he even taken his electronic toothbrush...

While they are having the time of their lives, I am there home alone, crying myself to sleep every night.... I have gone crazy for many months.... Everyday I lived like a ghost... a body without a soul.... I could breakdown any minutes... I could cry on the bus, at work, at home, anywhere at anytime....