Just what the hell. I hate that SELF-PROCLAIMED model though I hardly knew her except that she is one attention-seeking bimbo. Sheesh. Hunn maybe you need to take a great look at your ugly self before even daring mentioning about someone else. You said you knew that ex-national cheerleader? Why din you confront her upfront? Fear might not be in your lousy vocabulary, but it is certainly in your eyes. That fear includes admitting to yourself hunn that she is miles better than you anytime and you knew it. There are alot more that I would dearly lurve to mention but I'm not like you. Afraid and cowardly. And let me assure you that she is not too. I did not know why I cant tag at your darn taggy but the only reason I can think of is that you dont like hate-taggers who give you a lil life that you so blardy need. I guess you dont even know what you are talking about cuz you just have that bimbotic character in you that shows so clearly. Oh and you know what? Your parents are just as bad as you are, and that is not being rude. Itz being truthful. Get it right model. "I believe jealousy is a disgust; that's how badmouthing begins." Get a life all right? Everything is contradicting whatever that you mean. Everything you mentioned is just reflecting yourself. Admit it, YOU STINK.

I am so going to be bored tomorrow. Its my appointment at the hospital and I hate it. Itz gonna take hours so I'm so gonna be dead. And of all days itz on a Thursday, my longest day in school which means I am gonna miss quite alot on my lessons. I'm gonna miss my functions test. Sheesh. So I'll have to mug again and not waste time because my Promos Exams is just 24 days away. *pulls hair* So I think I am going to be MIA for awhile only so people dun miss me ok. I'm always available on the phone.

Poor Hubby. He had fever and I cant be there for him. Take extra care of yourself darling and rest as much as you need. I miss you so much. Lurve you sangat2 too. Muackies!

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Well I just feel like posting a new post again. So this time is about changes. People change and I dont really get bothered that. But when the one who changed is my own friend and did not change for the better, I dont think I've lost any right in criticizing that friend. So the things that bothers me is self-obsessed-ty. Haah. I totally hate that. If you were really some of the things that you self-declared I wouldnt have bothered. But then you are far from so. Dont you think that you are giving people the wrong ideas about yourself? Oh I forgot. Those people whom you hanged up with are NOT whom you grow up with. Say, for the past 5 years or so? So I think it is no wonder that they were wronged by your attitude and behaviour. You are definitely not this person whom I know at all. Just what are you trying to prove? That you are better than me? Well dream on. Because it is so definitely not what you think that matters which really matters. It is actually what you are really are and one of it is that able to admit that you are wrong and change for the BETTER. Whatever that you have now I have already tasted it a long time ago. Most of my friends would be able to tell you that. And you knew why they were still my friends? Because I dont forget them. As simple as that. Dont you see? Hanging around with them makes you no different than them. Which is, in words that you understand, a nobody. I am able to rectify for my mistakes and able to held my head high up in the air and prove to everyone that this is me and nobody can ever be me. I dont brag about the things that does not bring me any good. Your pieces of shit you called friends are nothing compared to those I have. They stood by me forever and would never dream of leaving me alone in times of my needs. They do not fight among each other. Unlike yours. Those boys who you said want to get to know you. Well sorry they are in a really need of a new pair of eyes. Because as much as those fellas wanted you, you are never in a serious relationship that last months or years. As for me, I have someone I can dearly call mine. Who doesnt lie. Who doesnt treat me just as a friend. In other words he loved me truly. Which is more than I can say for you. Just in case you need some refreshments on attitude and behaviours, remember my email address. Remember my past. Remember what I can do. Remember me.

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