Gosh, I haven't laughed so much in a long while.

Don't think I don't know why you deleted me as a 'friend' - your profile is set to 'private'.
Oh yeah, bitching, and more bitching. Seriously, haven't you got anything better to do than talk about me? Am I that interesting? Of course I am! 8D
Congratulations, a three letter word: 'emo'. And do you actually think I find that offensive? Sorry, bad luck. I'm so used to uneducated people labeling me as 'emo', it's hilarious.

So what? Yeah, I'm anti social on Sundays.
So what? I suddenly stopped talking to you.
And I apologize for being so anti-social.
Though I have to point out: Being anti social doesn't automatically make me an 'emo chick'.
I didn't mean to make it seem that I suddenly hated you.
Actually I don't even dislike you.

But, the point is, I don't even understand this simple thing: you suddenly hate me.

What did I do wrong? I don't know.
I might not wear the clothes that you like.
I might not have the same interests, we don't need to be friends, but please, at least be civil.

However much you bitch, hiding behind closed doors and blabbering on about me isn't going to harm me in any way. Not at all.

It's so common, I'm so used to it.
I'm not mainstream, I'm an UNIQUE individual. I
don't follow your fashion trends, I wear what I want to wear, and I don't care what people think.
You're probably going to bitch about this blog I wrote, but at least you would've read it this far.

Why the private profile?
Is it so I can't see all those words you write about me?
*laughs* Really, it's so bvious that you backstab me.

No need to hide it, I don't get offended easily.
Don't you ever feel tired? Of bitching and hating?

Well, it's not like I don't bitch about people either.

But you just go on and on. Where do you get all that hate from?
Mystery to me.

Oh and, I tried to add you as a friend again because I had no idea of what was going on.

Anyway, the purpose of this blog was to ask my main question : Why did you start hating me? Why don't you want to know me anymore, and what exactly did I do to deserve this bitching, apart from be anti-social?


We don't need to 'know' each other, or be 'friends' if you don't want to. And I don't mind or care.

But how can I know, if you don't say anything, but only go behind my back and bitch? Why don;t you just tell me, instead of taking pains to cover up all that bitching?


'tis a strange, strange world.
-fight the blues and stay gold, baby.

Coming soon:

{ W.C & Amy }

A story about a mischievous girl called Amy, who wants to be friends with Double You Sea (William and Calvin). Unfortunately William and Calvin does not...

Follow her through these cute adventures and failed attempts of friendship~



8D

My daddy: William
My mummy: Anna
my big bro -
my little bro –
my big sis - DILYS
my little sis -
my husband - Mike He
my shrink - Bianca
my telepathic buddy - Kayashima
my gangster - Piyoko <333
my retarded aunt - Vanessa
my future moshing partner - AMY! CHYEAHHH :]
my Leng jai- MIKU
my best friend -
my bitch -
my power ranger -
my pokemon trainer -
my fairy godmother -
my photographer -
my boyfriend - Kathy
my unicorn - Feng
my robot -
my dinosaur –
my ninja turtle – THU [ her special move: superHOTNESS! ]
my spiderman -
my batman -
my pet rock –
my poking buddie -
my doctor -
my patient - DARCY
my vibrator - Snake from KungFuPanda.
my stalker - SAKII [ AND saga; they cant stop sexing long enough for her to effectively stalk me ]
my pet cereal killer (c) - Phillip Speight