Strike 1

I've always regarded myself as a people person. Trust me, I really like people (yeah, yeah, I know. You wouldn't believe it because I keep on complaining about people). It's true. I think the worst thing that could happen to me is if I'm suddenly left to my own devices and I have no one to talk to. Man, the boredom alone would kill me.

So, it comes as a shock, even to me, that I can't stand these 2 girls' guts. It's not groundless, the hatred, trust me. But sigh, I promised Ijan that I won't write anything about that trip anymore so I won't. I think everyone must've known about the fiasco by now anyway. I made it a point to tell everyone I know, just to receive the shock that they've already told those people first.

Ah yes, bitches 1, Wani and friends 0.

Lately, I've been hearing one tale too many about one of them. Everywhere I turned, she was there. And it's starting to get on my nerves. Seeing how superstitious I can be, I think it's inevitable for us to finally meet each other. And you know that I'm not going to do the things I want to do (hurl profanities at her and such and such). I'm going to be very polite, even laugh at her lame, unfunny jokes and I'd even pretend to be very excited to actually meet her. Yes, I'm a very kind, considerate person. Anyone who says otherwise is going to get a kick in the butt from me.

She's been harassing (actually, she just gave him creepy messages and a phone call. "Harass" sounds very dramatic-like, that's why I'm using it) someone I know. And dear God, I'm really tempted to rub it in her face. But since I'm very kind and considerate, I have to give it a rest....

........for now. This is too good to pass anyway.

And Ijan once said this, "Setiap kali aku dengar nama diorang, mesti ada cerita yang aku tak nak dengar." Trust me, you WANT to know this story.