The Infatuation of The Nemesis is the Epitome of Perfection.
Huimin Sim | Create Your Badge
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Don't push it.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
"You are the girl with a lot of malay friends." Shut it, you. Pompous asshole. I don't label my friends according to their races. I might be kinda racist at times, but I still make friends with people of the other race. If you think that Chinese are the superior race, why the fuck do you make fun of the "cheena-piangs"?! Double-standards. Don't try to pick out my friends, my Facebook friend list isn't a menu specially catered for you. Sorry to say, but you are not good enough for "even" my malay friends. Friends become good friends / best friends because of chemistry, not because of skin color. 22 and so fucking shallow, I'm ashamed to be your friend.You make below-the-belt swipes at my friends and add "just saying" behind all these hidden insults, thinking these words are the armor to my wrath. You look through my inbox, my mailbox, my whatsapp convos and my call log every little chance you get. Maybe I need to staple my phone to my rib, so you can't get access to it. Don't test the limit to our friendship, or whatever that is left of it. I'm quick-tempered, foul-mouthed with a fucking snarky tongue, but I usually don't blow up in people's faces. I let it simmer in me until I can confide in my soul mates. But when push comes to shove, I will break your fucking face. When your friends bitch about you to me, you know that you have serious issues. Time to self-reflect, buddy. People ask me how Im able to maintain an 11 year friendship with you. Little did they know, 10 years were spent in silence. Blissful silence. Im not flaw-free, but at least I'm not fucking annoying, I'm not a spoilsport, I'm not a wet blanket, I'm not rude (unnecessarily) and I respect other people's privacy. Just saying. AND MY RIGHT EYE NEEDS TO FUCKING STOP TWITCHING. Im going to blame this angst on the cold winter wind. I think. |