As I stress again, your over use of vulgarities and profanities just shows how incompetent you are, and how horrendous your English language is. You brag about all your books and how you read all those, what were they, Twilight, Breaking Dawn, New Moon. Oh if you want to lie about your high English standards to everyone, do it with much more conviction for god's sake. Holding a thick book doesn't mean you are good in that language. It just shows that you are Eunice, Kim, Olivia, or Ian-wannabe.
So what if I got nothing to show off to the world? My life does not revolve around incessant bragging and arrogance. But at least there is one thing I can brag about - I don't betray my friends for my own personal gains. Please just accept the cold ugly truth that he doesn't want you anymore! Stop putting on a strong front and acting as though nothing happened. And yes, you do have many other friends outside. But are they even close? Do they call you besties? Please spare us a trip to the sickbay.
So what if I am not as rich as you? That proves nothing. Bragging about that only tells everyone that you are plain arrogant. Money is not going to buy you your 'O' Level results. Your brain must be bombarded with so much money that you have turned into a numbskull. Your wealthiness doesn't match your morality at all. And don't assume that money is always by your side. It is not like your father will never retire. Judging from that pathetic amount of effort you put in for your studies, your career is opening it's gates to you - prostitution - at the streets of Geylang. Maybe, 10 years from now, I can see you there through my car windows, standing there all alone, just like in secondary school, hoping someone would be blind enough to get laid by you. Stop using your father's money to scare us. You not only fail, you also make more people annoyed at you. JianYu and Cheryl are so much richer than you but they don't even brag about it. You just bring copious 50-dollar notes are fling it in the air hoping that the whole world would admire you. You think you are the pride and joy of your family. Please. You are the heaviest chore they brought upon themselves. And you, a daughter? Please, you are a smelly wrestler trapped in an ugly, hormonally berserk girl.
Even if I am fat, at least I can shed them off. At least I have friends who are willing to help me. My problem is on a physical scale, at least. Given your diabolical disposition, I doubt anyone is willing to help you get rid of that skin of yours, which so happens to be a lot thicker than continental crusts! And I was meaning to ask you? How many mirrors do you break in an hour? Quite a lot I must assume since the mere sight of you makes babies cry. To put it in a straightforward tone, you have a flat face, and your mouth looks like a blackhole, but rubbish comes out from it instead being sucked in. And your ego is another gargantuan issue. If you were to compare my weight with your ego, I would weigh as light as a feather. And is fat all you can call me? What else? Impecunious? What else? Don't flame when you have nothing worth reading to say.
At least I have friends who would come to my funeral. No one would even bother planning one for you. I don't even think anyone would even go to the trouble of digging a grave for you. Your stinking corpse will just head to Tuas, like all the other garbage in the country. Has the Ghost Of Christmas Yet To Come find you yet? Sure not. People would be so zealous over your death that they make it a public holiday - "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead Day!".
If you think I'm chicken, then what about you? Why don't you confront me first? CHICKEN? I don't think it is worth having to walk over to your place to confront you. I would be too kind if I did so. And this is a very important newsflash to you: HAVING MONEY DOESN'T MAKE YOU HIGH-CLASSED! Your mouth alone can degrade the whole of the Orchard district without even you trying! The branded goods you wear, your body and image just degrades them instantaneously.
Stop acting like some prima donna in class and a diva in school. People find you absolutely disgusting. Maybe, if you had some modesty left in you, you won't be seen as a loose woman in school. Stop kissing up to everyone in class. It is so shameless. People talk to you because they feel sorry for you. Be happy 4E people are nice. If you were thrown out of the streets let's see who would pity you. And I know how you play this. I out talk you and you use your ultimate weapon - those gross crocodile tears of yours. If you really can fight, prove it with your mouth and mind, not your pathetic tear glands!
Well, sympathy is your closest companion now. Can't blame you if you are pulling friends over by their feet. In fact, carry on with your shameless shenanigans, because I find it rather amusing. I will pray for your bankruptcy, your disfiguration, and your bleak future.
