Rough Rhymes

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Today, for some reason or another, a disappeared soul suddenly messages praba. Thing is this: She was a good friend of mine. I introduced her to a friend of mine. A good looking friend of mine, I'd like to add. And that's when this bitch blasts back at me, disappears without a word and worse still, told him that I was irritating. The first ever time someone has ever said that about praba. Though she just said that coz my friend and I were having some trivial problems back then and wanted to calm him I suppose, irritating was a word I was never associated with and soon after, my friend decided she was weird and sent me her chat log. Read it, and now I just wish to say:

You're not forgiven. And dun even dream that I'll forget about it. You're fucked for life now. You liked reading this blog didn't you? I'll make you famous in this same blog then. Like esh says it in style,

"Try me and I'll make you famous"

Anyways, this is the MSN conversation between a fake bitch and, of course, the uncaring me. [Que: I don't fall for all your compliments. I am always the same old 'sendiri jalan sendiri gantong' bad boy I grew up. I have no friends. And you don't carry my balls. It's me against the world. You try me, and I'll fry you.]

Disappeared soul: Can I have your blog add?
Me: Huh? You are? [And of course I knew who she was but the point I was trying to make is, why the fuck you sucking my dick all of a sudden for?]
Disappeared soul: Cowell. [Vinothini Cowell, if my friends remember]
Me: Oh. What is it you want my blog add for?
Disappeared soul: I want to see. I think u can win the best blog award siah. Your blog rocks. Damn fucking entertaining. The way you write about jacks and stuff. Fucking entertaining. Boy you can write. Why dun you try for the columnist or something? And I am serious.

Now this is not just for her but everyone as well. See, I don't blog coz you have an entertaining time reading me. Why the fuck I care if you read me or not? This is my blog. Whether you like it or not, I blast what I wanna say and who I wanna put on fuck. I make the rules and I break em'. Anyways, the point that we can derive from the above chat is:

Her idea of asking me for my blog add is to let me know that she reads me. Think about it, if it entertains her so much, don't you think she'll at least remember the URL? And my gut feeling tells me that the reason why she must have approached me is coz maybe her friends might have been talking about me. Coz there's no way in hell she'd have just come across my blog by luck. So the worried me carried on the conversation:

Me: Cut all that and why not tell me how you came across my blog?
Disappeared soul: For me to know and for you to find out. [Insert irritating laughter here]
Me: Hmm. Strange. You don't contact me for so long then now you're here from nowhere? Must be someone talk about me la. So you're here to remind me you're a friend still to tell her on a later date the writer is your friend?
Disappeared soul: No la. Are u mad? Don't be so defensive can? Don't contact you doesn't mean I don't read your blog and get myself updated about my friends. So yea. It's not about communication. It's about not forgetting.

Me: Hmm.

Hear it from me now. If you weren't there when I needed you, you is not my friend. It's not about making the number. It's about being there to encumber. Adios.

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