Okay I must talk about this stupid idiot who’s pissing me off.To protect ITS privacy (okay la, not to the extent of hiding the gender la, it is actually a she), I have decided to give her a pseudonym.
Let’s call her Repulsa.
Cause she’s a repulsive bitch.
Hahahahaha. No la I wouldn’t call her repulsive. But she’s horrible enough.
Even before I met her, she already hated me. Why, you ask? Because I am friends with her boyfriend and when I cut my hair short, he commented it was nice and casually suggested to her that maybe she would look nice with my haircut.
And ever since then, she hated me from the bottom of her black little heart.
Makes sense ar, you tell me?
Things got even worse after that cause I came back from the US, and went for lunch with Darren Tan. Darren Tan decided to call out Repulsa’s bf (who I repeat is also my friend and had been even before Repulsa met him) Repulsa found out about it, threw a bitch fit and broke up with him.
BROKE UP WITH HIM BECAUSE HE YAMCHA WITH ME!!!
Oh, I’m such a slut! Why am I going around drinking tea with other people’s boyfriends? Why didn’t I bring along another chaperon, other than Darren Tan?
Honestly, I should give myself a good smack for not stopping Darren when he called up Repulsa’s bf. Where are my morals? Goodness, I do hate myself.
Fuck off la!
Is it my fault that your bf just commented he likes my hair ar?
Did I strip naked and dance in front of him while whipping my head from side to side, beckoning him to admire it ar?
Should I wear a wig next time? Or shave my head? CIbai have some sense la.
I thought I was a jealous girlfriend, but obviously not, compared to this nutcase who broke up with the boyfriend because he met up with me (with Yeff!)
It wasn’t even me who called him out!! Can go crazy with these kinda people.
Last year, at Darren Tan’s farewell, Repulsa showed up too (even though I doubt she likes Darren too much either).
Keep in mind that I have never ever seen this deranger (deranged + stranger, get it? HAHA).
I turned around and she happened to be behind me.
She was staring at me so I automatically raised my hand and waved and smiled at her.
She gave me the Stare of Death.
Which is her lips pursed, her head tilted back a bit, and her eyes shooting daggers at me.
Then she went to eat her dinner which, that night, was one slice of watermelon because she’s not really into food.
When she went to Melbourne to visit her bf, he happened to mention my name, which provoked her to whisper secretively in his ear, in front of Darren Tan.
Wah how I feel like giving her a good kick in the pants. I don’t know if she was talking behind my back, but she’s certainly capable of that seeing as to how she called someone else’s girlfriend a “piece of shit” behind her back right after meeting her for the first time.
Why, is she jealous because I’m thinner than her and I don’t have to skip meals to be this way?
Argh just thinking about her makes me itchy all over.
Got such people in this world. Buy some brains la stupid.
