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Sunday, October 17, 2004
10:40 am

you know. sarah my dear girl, you're getting boring. like seriously. tiring. boring. bothersome to entertain. you and your childish antics. like seriously. act your age for once. like how many times do i have to repeat myself till you'll get it. i mean. like puhlease. its simple english. gawd. really.

so you say who am i to say you have no friends and life? then get this in your puny brains you twit. im turning the tables on you. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT FUCKING RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO COME HERE, LIKE SOME BIGSHOT, AND INSULT ME AND MY BOYFRIEND? ohhh, im just like repeating the same thing you said bitch.

hello. where did u get your definition of bitching from? sarah's dictionary isit? must be lah. spasticated explanation. bitching is talking behind someone's back har?? isit. that means i cant bitch about someone infront of someone isit? really? i mean, like, i can't bitch about you in front of you la? well well well. talking behind someone's back is backstabbing. bitching can be done anywhere, to anyone, to someone you don't even know. like now. bitch.

oh. like now. some JUNIOR is trying to give me advice on my life isit? LIKE I SAID BEFORE BITCH, YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN ME, YOU HAVE LESS LIFE EXPERIENCE, YOU HAVE A CHILDISH MIND, SO WHY EXACTLY SHOULD I BE TAKING ADVICE FROM YOU? like i said before, unless you're thirty years old or something, then SHUT UP ABOUT LIFE.

i? counselling? i don't go round doing stupid things like posting stupid comments on some stranger's blog. wholesome life? like. wtf? who dare say they've had a wholesome life here. you definitely can't. after all this shit you've posted here.

and what does my life have to do with your life bitch? like seriously. i mean like. why the fuck do you care anyway. no one else does. have you seen anyone else here posting that my life is not wholesome? sheesh. if my friends don't even post that kinda crap, i don't see why a stranger like you, has any right to post that.

my past present and future stinks like shit? har. you read people's fortune isit. well, me too. and i forsee that you're life ain't gonna be very sweet with an attitude problem like yours. my past is the past. i don't dwell on it. i don't go through life, sulking and thinking about what my past was like. like seriously, its over already, you can't go back to the past. so who the fuck cares? i've been through up and down, but i've got my friends and family. i live life, i get up and move on, i'm still going on life now ain't i? i'm studying, i plan to do well. oh just checking, getting A's in my studies isn't a problem with you isit? you're just a reminder? like what kinda shit is that? who cares about my past? like really la. please la. can't you think of better rebuttles? i used to be in debate, so don't try arguing.

HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE A REMINDER LA. how well do you even know me? how well do you even know my life story? can you even tell me when i cried? when i cut myself? when i had a girlfriend? like puhlease la. sheesh. everything you've heard, how sure are you that it's a 100% true? sheesh. crazy bitch.

if were like my best friend or something, my views would be different. but like YOU said, you don't even know me personally, so what fucking right do you have to be here posting comments?

end up like me? what exactly is me huh bitch? if you're saying i'm a bitch, well, then i can say that you're already like me. cut the crap, with all your "self-righteous" antics and like "i'm-too-good-for-you" mentality.

what views are you exactly revealing? you're just insulting people that's all. i wouldn't consider that constructive views. just to let you know. and if you really wanna reveal your identity, you can do so by leaving your full name, your address, your email, and your contact number. we'll get back to you.

you didn't end up like me huh? i guess you can say so. cause like i'm not in some mental hospital or in prison. cause you seriously belong there. my life ain't in shambles you bitch. i'm still alive, i'm not on drugs or something, i'm not failing my studies, its not like i live life everyday like some zombie who has no meaning in life. like really la. get your facts straight first.

so miss sarah(jr from mg), before you come here and post some bitchified fucked up comment, think twice. like really.

you're just like wasting blog space. and i'm not insulting you. i'm stating the facts.




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