That dreaded walk down the lane
Sep 23, 2005 in Curse-spouter
I love memory lanes. I love to think about the silly things I did, like cutting off the hair on my barbie doll's head thinking it would grow out, or the time when I used to stuff story books between the spandex of my pyjamas just to bring them to the loo, and feign a very bad stomach ache when Mum screamed to ask me to get out of the toilet.
Memory lanes are usually nice strolls to take. Usually. Sometimes, the stroll down the lane gets a bit dreadful. You know, the occasional bump when you meet someone from the past, a horrid shadow of a person that should never had been given a place in your past.
And yet its there, like a haunting willow o' wisp. Hiding between the happy thoughts, like a damp disgusting reminder that things were sometimes bad too.
Yes, yes I'm talking about THAT STUPID BUGGING PIG FACE OF AN EX BOY FRIEND OR A BASTARDIZED BITCH OF AN EX BEST FRIEND WHO PROLLY DESERVES LIFE IN YOUR VERY OWN DESIGNED 18TH STOREY OF HELL IF YOU HAD YOUR WAY AS GOD.
We all have people like that in our lives. The dudes we want to hate. Oh well, I'm not so kind and forgiving so I'm more generous with the descriptives. I'm okay with people who're kind and sweet and loving who tell me, 'You ought to let it go…' Oh come on, I'm sure deep deep deep inside even though you say you've forgotten these ugly memories, you TOO wished that these people didn't fuck it up for you, or made you act like a wimp who didn't know right from wrong. I'm sorry that I still refer to these buggers with expletives but look, words are the only ammunition I have when I talk about people like this so kill me lah like I give a damn.
So yeah, if I were God, I would send these buggers to hell adi. But unfortunately I'm not God, so no, I can't build a hell for fuckers like these… and because of that they're happily living their own lives in the way that only idiots can understand.
I know a lot of people read my blog and I understand that some of you may be the stupid people who crossed my holy's path a while back. Oh well, if you dunno who I'll tell you who.
1) You sod of a machaochibye who fugging thinks you're so smart, well hello your entire mid term project was COMPLETED and EDITED by me me me, plus you took my my my book and never returned to me and when you returned it to me it was fucking soaked in rain water because you got no brains to wrap it up in plastic wrappers first.
2) You wanking woman who think you so damn pretty when you were young, hello that's because you were young and now hello you're a frigging old maid ok… you're still dating the guy since like forever and you frigging used to call me up to talk about 'could have beens'? PUHLEESE, if you were smarter you would have been hitched by now…
3) You pig-faced idiot who called me up to tell me to CHOOSE MY FRIENDS correctly because you guys were my real friends and the idiots who I hung out at uni were idiots who didn't know my life… like knncb go fug yourself lah look in the mirror btw, you know why your head so big, its because your dick too small that's why…
If you're one of the many people above who fucking think that you can go around pointing at my site saying, 'Oh I know her once… yada yada…' and you want a piece of this thing I'm enjoying now by saying that you used to go to school with me or whatever bull you can shit to your friends I can tell you to shove your hopes up your ass and go dive into the sea and sink down and DIE DIE DIE you idiots. GO MATI lah better I don't need memories like you.
Alas.
If I can wipe these people off the slate.
But I can't.
But if I had my way… I would. And I WOULD DO THESE:
1) To the evil ex bf: I would bitch slap you, shove that wet book down your throat, and then cut off your dick and cut off your balls, mince them up and cook curry and feed it to the fish in the sea. BLAH
2) To the evil ex-best friend: Well, I wanted to do a million things to you, but fate caught up with you first. I actually pity you you know. So I would wish you well.
3) To the evil friend who said I should choose my friends: Yes. I chose my friends. And am I glad I took that advice. I wouldn't want to be seen anywhere with you big bunch of ah piangs recently… you look like pathetic lame wits who can't, even, ha, ha, string a proper English sentence together using grammatically correct particles.
If you think you can take a piece of the me–who I am now, well I say this, you can go and SOD IT. Because I want no part of you.
You know how you get latest photos from the people in the past, that update you on what's happening in their lives now? The frigging ugliness of the people mentioned up above in this post… just makes me keel over, rolling on the floor in morbid laughter. OH MAN. Am I glad I cleaned up.
BTW. If you had your way, what would you do to the people who crossed your paths and ruined your beautiful memory lanes with ugly scars? Tell. Tell.