DIE RICKY DIE! (part 2)

DIE RICKY DIE! (part 2)

just when i thought the drama was finally over...

my almost perfect christmas was ruined by a psycho named RICKY.

[beware all girls: he's on the loose and he's desperate for ANY female ready and willing to overlook his psychoticness and settle down in loony land and have tons of mini ricky's running around- probably stomping ants to death or eating earthworms or pouring salt on snails or something equally disgusting- like their proud psycho papa would've NATURALLY brought them up to do]

and i thought my screws were a bit loose. hah. looks like the new contender (read: ricky) has not only surpassed my loosescrewness, he totally trashed the competition.

i'm not a vulgar person by nature, and i'm not hot tempered unless people come up to me and touch my face or prod my shoulder repeatedly until i respond or anything as annoyingly irritating as that.

you are an exception. you RICKY, are a piece of SHIT. bastard. i will SUE you for harassment and HUNT you down like you were my PREY. asshole. eat cow dung. maggot head. cockroach backside. i will chop you into tiny pieces and steamroller you until i can scrape the tiny strips that were once ricky off the road and re-chop them into tinier pieces and use the ex-ricky as fish bait or put ex-ricky in the blender and mince you and then i shall burn you and then you shall DIE!

*fluffs up hair* *washes hands* stupid pig.

i shall not insult the pigs.

you stupid SNAIL.

you are a violent reminder as to why i hate guys so much sometimes. pain in the ass.

I BROKE YOUR HEART? GO AND DIE. CALL ME AGAIN AND I'LL PHYSICALLY SMASH YOUR GRUESOME HEART INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES!

argh i'm tired. because of psychofreakyricky, i've lost my voice shouting over the phone plus tons of times re-enacting the psycho conversation with my friends. i thought that after vicanda yelled her brains out at you (well done babe!), you would've learnt your lesson and gone to drown yourself in the singapore river or something.

sorry LMG: for using you as the imaginary boyfriend- to lie my way out of meeting the psychofreakyricky. i recalled what vicanda said before. it just popped into my head. anyway, you totally ROCK! as the imaginary boyfriend from business. hee.

i'm exhausted. blog bitching sure takes up alot of energy.

by the way, my favourite colour is PINK not PURPLE! if you aspire to be some crazed obsessed stalker, the LEAST you could do is to get the facts RIGHT!

*flicks hair*

trust me psychofreakyricky, you can't beat me.

don't even TRY. don't even THINK about trying. the LAST thing you want is to mess with me. you DO NOT KNOW who you are dealing with. even though according to you, you know me insideoutupsidedown, you've been thinking about me. blah. i've been on your mind. blah blah.

tell you what, why don't you...?

#1 go to the toilet.
#2 kneel down in front of toilet bowl.
#3 lower head into toilet bowl.
#4 flush.
#5 repeat.
#6 keep repeating until you drown.

a word of caution: NEVER mess with a gossip queen. i will RUIN you. by the time i'm done with you, you won't even DARE to BREATHE without asking for MY permission. my mouth is bigger than anyone i know, add the fact that i speak 10 times faster than anyone alive; that equals to about 20 times more gossip out of my mouth about YOU. yes YOU, psychofreakyricky.

get lost. leave the country or something. i'm in NO MOOD to tolerate your disgustingly stupid and immature behaviour. another 'by the way', you said you could be anything that i wanted you to be. eg: "i can be your backup. i can be your brad pitt." puhlease, #1 i don't like brad. #2 even in DEATH, you wouldn't resemble a single molecule of his being. what a joke. poor ricky, you must be delusional. so please, give up that foolish notion and get on with your pathetic so-called life as a loser in loony land. now leave me alone or suffer the consequences. don't say you haven't been warned.

FOOL.

am i evil? i don't think so. bitchy? duh.

p/s: there better not be a "DIE RICKY DIE! (part 3)"

p/p/s: stop saying "man" behind every sentence in your pseudo angmoh accent. it stopped being cool like.. erm. it was never cool. for your sake, and the sake of the future mini ricky's (if any), and for the sake of your poor friends (if any) and family and your lecturers.. PLEASE GO AND TAKE ENGLISH LESSONS.