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Tuesday, March 17, 2009 10:16 AM


I already deleted my blog, but then I went to read hers for the last time and she really force me to do things I thought of giving up. This will be the last post. She always has the abilities to make herself so pitiful even I myself sometimes admire her.

And it's no surprise she's going around telling everyone that what happened was solely because of me me me me me. From today onwards I'm giving you a chance to do that, but you know, I still a smart person, I gotta protect myself.

I pity the girl whom you flamed her blog scolding her dog and leaving a IMY later because everything is over.

I pity the girl you asked to add back in MSN, after backstabbing for so much, and saying IMY just because you don't really have any friends.

I pity that girl you said was too sticky, sticking you like glue, spamming your handphone millions of times, and that you husband didn't like, but LOVE her back immediately after she send you a IMY.

I pity that girl who used to be so close with you in your teen years, yet you stole every one she loved.

I pity that audi girl who you lied to me abt a total different story, but heart melted after she sweet talk a little bit.

I pity that guy who treated you so well yet you still talk bad about him.

I pity that girl whom I know from Compassvale Sec, you haven't met you in a while, but you could go around saying out her private life so easily.

I pity that girl who trusted you so much yet you could also go around saying out her private life so easily.

I pity that girl who could forgive you so easily, you don't even need to say you're sorry.

I pity that guy for needing to face you everyday.

I pity that same guy even more because you always had thought of betraying him.

And, I PITY YOU, because what you portray on blog isn't you. You act as though you are SO damn matured in handling things but the truth is you are irresponsible (pity the buyers too), super childish, will think of revenge and can't stand to lose. Yes, you CAN'T stand to lose.



I try to think of happy times we spend together but all I thought was...

How I waited for you at Hougang Mall for 3 hours, and when I asked where were you, your msg came like 1hr in between saying bibi pooped, or hubby and I quarrelled, and not answering any of my calls. Now tell me, what were those messages supposed to mean? You coming or not coming?

How she cried and sniffed so loudly when watching bolt as though it was some kind of drama series making me super duper embarrassed in the cinema.

How she wanted her hubby to take care of bibi, but keep fighting to take care of her once her hubby was willing to take care, causing a no ending fight and dinner.

How she walked around with a water balloon and when it burst and splash onto someone, she just walked away like nothing happened, NOT EVEN A SORRY TO THE GUY, leaving this super embarrassed situation for me to clean up, and I have to end up saying sorry like over 10 times. NOT EVEN MY FAULT.

How I spend 200+ on her spree items but only 4 items came, and she could still tell me, I found free items which I believe was mine. Otherwise, I didn't receive any money from her. But friends what, close on eye.

How I was so tired at the end of the day when going out with her because she would run into every shop and say SO CUTE! and then out and again and again until we finally reached the shop.

How she walked into chanel and the salesgirl intro a darker tone of foundation making her super unhappy and then she start blaming that the salesgirl was looking down on her when she was serving me quite nicely even though I didn't buy. And embarrassed again, I had to thank that kind girl for the services and trouble she caused. If she bother to walk into Chanel, then buy, since she already know the price. No need to give all these unpleasant remarks even if she's not buying, she made me look like some CHINA woman who can only afford fake branded stuffs.

How her face turned black when she asked the hair salon woman if she recognised her yet the woman could only recognise me.

How she can spend like few hours asking "this look nice on me?" or "that look nice on me?" OR OR,"which one suit me better?" Seriously once or twice is okay. But we can be in front of the shop and she can ask like damn many times asking damn many people, like wtf la. You think people really care? Its normal to ask for opinion, but over is damn irritating.

How stupid I was to help delete her flamers tags as though I have nothing else to do and she's happily sleeping. AND she blamed that I delete away good tags the next day just because I got her password when I didn't even access her cbox the next day. =.=

How I was late only 5 mins and yet she can show me a black face as though I late for an hour, when she herself was not punctual and I always had to end up waiting for her.


Oh ya, maybe there really was one. It was when you always steal things you would remember to steal one for me. And its not all your fault, cause whenever I'm with you, my hands get itchy too. Funny isn't it.




There were A,E,K,K,Y,S,N,S and a new J now.



If you look back, you should know, you have a lot of friends. You really do have. But you don't know how to treasure. All I heard everywhere was how you backstab them, and I believe them rather than you. Whenever you have a fight with someone, you spill out their secrets, you backstab them, but you never think of what if you were friends again in the future. You never leave a path for yourself to walk, that is why people always have things to shoot you, every single time.



Do you want me to say more, or do you want me to say A LOT MORE.




Now that I've said out what I wanna say, there would be 3 types of readers.

1) PERFECTLY UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING.
2) Go running to you, or telling themselves, FUCK MAN, JELINE REALLY DAMN BITCH!!
3) Walao, these 2 people damn lame.


And I belong to the 3rd type, really is lame. But I know you for less than 1/2 a year, you tell me so many of your friend's ex-friends dirt. Its really noooooooooo surprise you will say me. And no, I'm not stupid to sit around and let you shoot whatever you want.

In case the person you told off to comes to read my blog, he or she can judge, and not listen to your 1 side story.










I'M SICK OF THIS NONSENSE. Nono, I'm sick of YOU.



Why should she deserve a second chance when, infact if she look back, life has always been giving her chances.
So why should be derseve a second chance, when she never change.

Stop talking about karma. You may not know, maybe the flamers, IS YOUR KARMA. Look, think back what you've done to your friends.

Once again, I pity those who still think she's an angel and still love her deeply. GOOD LUCK.





BYE BLOGGY!!!






I know something bad will happen once I blog about this. I'm soon gonna lose the 1 person who is most important to me. This is you most perfect chance to get her back. You are the one ruining things, but go ahead. I would like to see how far you can actually go.