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If you're a lousy liar, don't ever ever EVER cheat on your other half. You'll end up getting bitten and looking like an idiot in the end.

*smirks*

I'm not a good liar. Actually, I can concoct pretty good tales, but I can never be arsed to remember them. Yes, I'm amnesiac like that. So I usually end up telling the truth. Or half-truth, which is like the truth with the questionable bits conveniently left out.

Back in college, I secretly dated this guy. My parents thought we were just friends because they were highly against me going steady with anyone before I graduated. Like my father always say, "Love and studies CANNOT go together."

Ironically, I believe him now.

Anyway, to be on the safe side, I hung out alot with another guy too. R was a year younger than me and lived near my house. So usually I would hang out at his house, or he would come over to my place. At that time, my sister knew I had a bf. "You better not tell mummy," I warned her.

"Huh? You want me to tell lies arh?" she asked.

"Haiya.. if mummy asks, you just say that you don't know, can?"

"That's like telling lies."

"I don't care. If you get me into trouble, I'll kill you."

True enough, not long after that, my mother interrogated my sister, "Tell me, is your sister dating R?"

"Erm.. no."

"Oh."


I laughed when my sister complained to me. "At least you didn't have to lie!"

"Yeah, but what if mummy finds out?"

I grinned. "Nahhh... she's not going to find out."

"How do you know?"

"Because she's too busy trying to figure out why R is not my boyfriend, and yet we still keep going out on 'dates'. Gosh, it's so fun to mislead the parents."

My sister shook her head in exasperation.

Both my parents never did find out.