Saturday, July 05, 2008

You are low down, immature, bitchy and pathetic. I can just about picture you as you blog on about the clique of us, with S and K in particular. And you wanna know what I picture? I picture one heck of a fat blob with her arms slung around her handy dandy thesaurus- which is very much where you had gotten your fanciful and colourful words from. Yes, see this, I doubt your intelligence much.

Appalling how one minute you tell S about your plans to go to aussie, and the next you're condemning her for being there? Does irony spice up your life? Or do I sense a tingle of sour grapes here? Also, it was K's downfall to have trusted in you. Only to have you, a year later, blasting out her secrets on your blog. Did you honestly think that was a good way of getting back at her? I beg to differ. One more thing, I don't think it's a shame for people in my clique to DSA into a JC, I think it takes guts and potential. Eat that, hoe! We're not lousy like you proclaim we are.

You're coming across as someone very pretentious, young lady. From your blog "Hmmm to begin with you’re not that lovable also known as captivating or pulchritudious, just helping you with your vocab. (: " Excuse me? But were you just about in an attempt to improve S's vocab? Just so you know, S was highly commended for her commonwealth essay so pls, save it! & uh, by the way in case you were thinking of yourself as an admirable walking thesaurus, keep a tab on your spelling. The word's pulchritudinous, not pulchritudious.

You know, it's terribly infantile of you to talk about the physical appearances of S. Is being short a choice? No. Was your labelling of her and her family as midgets utterly rude? Yes. I don't think it was very pleasant of you to humiliate S by asking her to wear victoria beckham heels just cause she ain't got your gawky and awkward structure right? At least S is confident of herself despite being short, and puts up REAL and GENUINE pictures of herself on friendster/facebook/msn. Unlike you know, some people. *clears throat.

I had once given up on defaming people like that on my blog but you had tread over the line. You live in the present my dear, you don't live in history. One year is a heck of a long time and I think it's about time you let bygones be bygones. Slitting into a wound that was just stitched proves you lack of tact and the conscience.

S doesn't need to lunch with you. You spoil her appetite.
Peace be with you.