guilty-conscious,

PasserBy:: You Are So Acting Pretty....

To Yours Truly,
You seriously thought that I didn't know who the hell are you eh.

Come on, if you want to really tag as an eff-ing PASSERBY,
then you seriously shouldn't leave such OBVIOUS CLUES around.
Noobcake.

And you can try to freaking change my blog password,
but, as I said, NOOBCAKE, I can find it back.
Dumb piece of crap.

and HAHAHAHAHA, I did found it back.
Thats why I am here blogging about Y.O.U.

Oh btw, somehow I think those words you tag me kind of explain more about you.

In any case, if you really were a passerby, I wouldnt give a damn bout you.
cause apparently, I said, your nonsensical tags dont inflict the least misery on me.
but unfortunately,
YOU ARE GODDAMN MY COUSIN.
AND YOU ARE LIKE, CLOSE TO ME.

Thats why I fucking care.

You keep asking stupid and even more obvious questions like.
"Why they say balless ah?"
"What thing ah?"
"How do you delete tags?"
and showing me the -OH MY JOYCE IS SO SMART- kind of face when I recover my password.
AND kan chiong to scroll down my tagboard.

I hope what I told you about Passerbys hit hard on you.
Im happy I said it,
IN.YOUR.FACE.

You said your neighbour's friend scolded her on blog.
and you hated her cause of that.
You know what, excatly?
YOU ARE NO GODDAMN DIFFERENT.

Oh my mother earth.

And I thought you were nicer.

I know you probably are reading this tomorrow morning,
so just to say,

I'm not saying its you,
unless you are like, THE ONE.
Whooooooo.

I'm sorry if this sound harsh, but this blog allows me to express my feelings,
LOUDLY AND CLEARLY.

Oh one big clue,
Stop sucking your finger.
(:

Be glad that I spent time dedicating this post for you.