Saturday, July 4, 2009 @ 2:25 AM
Oh, it's her.
She's back to haunt me. Disgrace me. Why is this happening to me? God says, everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is God's way of telling me to stay put and face her. I can't believe it. She chose the wrong place for education. It doesn't suit her. She's Miss Posh. She should be in Sri KL or Tenby International School or anywhere else.
But why here?
I doubt it she remembers me. She doesn't even recognize me. But, ho ho ho (No, I ain't Santa Claus. ==), I recognized her in a split second. Just like a VICTIM of murder recognizes its MURDERER. Christians shouldn't bear grudges, but why do I seek for revenge? It's not like her fault to blurt the whole piece of shit into the atmosphere. She's just as innocent as I am. It's not like I hate her, but I'm really pissed about everything she said couple of years ago.
Thanks a lot for ruining my imperfect life.
All that has happened is so minor to you, but it's major for me. The memories of what had happened that day still lingers in my head. It's part of my history. You ditched the thought about spoiling someone's reputation. And now you're back to take over more figments of my life.
Welcome back, foe.
Let the game begin.
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