Far Out

Firstly, I think it's real hypocritical of you to go to her friend to snoop around and satisfy your sordid curiosity for all that should not interest nor concern you in the very least. Who the fuck do you think you are, some Hollywood paparazzi working for the tabloids? Do you get paid for blabbing about it to the whole world (which, if you didn't know already, can be just one person with a helluva big-ass mouth)?

Oho, I see what you're trying to get at. Gossip is your clique's currency and from what I hear, you're no longer everybody's likeable girl-next-door. Awww pity. This kind of news would just buy your way to the top, huh?
Revolting piece of scum.
You're a sorry excuse of a _________.
I wish I knew exactly what I could brand you as; Shakespeare makes it so effortlessly cool for Kent to hurl insults like "Son and heir of a mongrel bitch; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deniest the least syllable of they addition".
See, Shakespeare not overrated, he is that good. Oh but I digress.

So you called and you asked - all these must have been done with the intention of finding out the truth right?
And then comes the punchline like a really rotten joke - "For what? I can't be bothered."
Oh, but you've obviously bothered enough to call her friend up.
What kind of warped logic have you subscribed to?
Moron, you repulse me.

I've never had to deal with you directly because my social circle rarely intersects with yours (Thank God!), but you trying to butt into my friends' lives is simply uncalled for and certainly unwelcome.
I wish I had magical powers so I can perform the Bat Bogey Hex or better still, that jinx Hermione did to Marietta who snitched on Dumbledore's Army and had ugly livid spots arranged to form "SNITCH" on her forehead.
Yours won't say "Snitch" of course, I've yet to find an adequate insult for you :/


When push comes to shove.

Ugh, that'll be enough of you for now.
Any more, and my blog may need n rounds of exorcism.

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Oh dear, this is a frightening development I've had to deal with.
It's bad enough that I like you, and what's worse is the absurdly long period of time where my common sense called in sick and let infatuation take over its job.

Good God, I miss you like crazy.
My iTunes plays songs that remind me of you.

"Looking at you
Holding my breath
For once in my life I'm scared to death
I'm taking a chance,
Letting you inside"

(And this is probably the point where Simon laughs his head off, muttering "Girls. The things they do/say when they're in love"
and Umar launches his "That school kind of guy ah... normally like that. Hypocrites! Jerks! Etc!" pep talk and warns me of "That school kind of guy" ad inifnitum
and the PWC just smack their foreheads, mumbling under their breaths "OMG Bimboooo")

Oh, whatevv (:

Shimah and Sweetheart are undoubtedly numbah one in my social life, please.
They're real and concrete and fo 'sho!
I'm not as asinine as to blow away my friends for something/someone that might not be.

I'm gonna see where this takes me 5 years from now.
Realist: You'll laugh at your own adolescent idiocy. You'll regret giving up your youth just liking one boy, who's not that hot by most people's standards. Besides, he probably doesn't like you, who are you trying to kid here? Yourself, obviously.

Optimist: Pish posh. He's hot (enough for you)! He's smart! He's nice! You'll so totally get him and I'll cheer "Score for Farhana!"

As you can see, the war wages on between the two sides that reside in my cerebral spaces - My insecurities are laid out for all to see.
Hmmm.
Perhaps I do think too much.

p/s. Looks set to be a Pyrrhic victory for the Realist.
(Alamak! I'm so random, can.)

pp/s. Oh darn it. Skali she thinks I like another guy then he knows then maybe he was liking me but now he thinks I like someone else then I get no chance, how???
(Walemakz. I think too much, lah. But still, mampos I nanti!)

I need sleep evidently.
Goodnight all!

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