Operation Save Tish
When I say I'll do almost anything for a friend, I mean it. And I never back down on my word, not ever. So when Tish needed help 2 days ago, all of us immediately leapt to our feet and started discussing how best to help. I daresay we even got a little overexcited, ha.
The crisis? The ex was in the school, on our turf. (Yes, this is me sounding territorial hehe.)
The solution? Jo helped plan things out - Dayna would stay with Tish in the labs, Hui Min would be near the library to keep a watch on the mushroom, Jo herself would be at Macs to wait for me, and I had enthusiastically volunteered to meet the bitch at the mush, to collect whatever it was that she had to pass on to Tish.
So off I went to the mush, trying to keep my growing anger to myself because I'm beyond sure that TP wouldn't really be interested in students fighting on campus (though I must say that I would love to cover such a story for StopPress). As much as I would have loved to claw her face off, I reminded myself that I'd promised not to. Besides, bloodstains on clothes are such a bitch to wash off. *dramatic sigh*
Well. Long story short, I met with the bitch. She was slumped against the wall at first, with her hair hiding her face, so I had to ask her if she was the bitch I knew and hated. The moment she looked up, I could tell that she recognised me. She regarded me warily at first, before asking for Tish, who I said was in class, and anyway wouldn't want to see her.
What happened after that was a huge mix of crying, and sniffling, and saying why couldn't I let her see Tish, and she loved her so much, and blah blah blah. Basically enough material to write the next award-winning soap opera.
There were a few things she said that made me curl my lip with amusement (completely in character as the mean, bitchy friend-of-your-ex muahaha) and some others that made me angry. Scratch that, they made me even angrier than I already was. Not a good idea, bitch.
My personal favourite moment was when she said, "Why can't you let me see her? You just don't understand." Yeah, I don't understand. I don't even WANT to understand, thanks very much. It's not my business. What IS my business, bitch, is when I see that you're hurting one of my closest friends. That's my business all right.
I'll be honest - I was furious, and I hated her, and it showed. Hell, I even told her "Truthfully, if I could, I'd kill you right now." Because that was all I was feeling. Cold, blind rage that burned in my heart. All I could see myself doing was leaping forward and grabbing her throat, or maybe ripping her face off. I would have enjoyed it.
But I collected the stuff, and I was perfectly civil, nice even (all I said was "No." when she asked, begged to see Tish, and "Go home." because she was wasting her time talking to me. I am a rock when I decide to be cold and stubborn as fuck), plus I didn't kill her, or hit or slap her like I was simply longing to do. Achievement unlocked.
And well, I just visited the bitch's blog (yes, in spite of me constantly calling her le bitch I do actually know her name - I just can't be bothered to use it) and wowee, what do we have here? Me making a short appearance in one of the posts lolol. Here's the part of her blog that has yours truly in it:
"Waited another hour. Someone asked if I was ruth.
I recognised the face. I will keep the insults to myself. But let’s just say that she was bloody lucky I was in such a weak state when addressing her and my heart actually feeling something to make sure you won’t face trouble, to not do a bloody thing. even right now... seriously.
Never will I EVER let someone humiliate me like that or a stranger treat me worse than a fucking dog. inhumane.
Let me quote what she said for whoever.
I was upset as she asked me to pass her, Her things. I gave it all one by one as she just watched me withdraw them from my bag, "Mhmm. Mhmm." was all she said.
"Is that all?"
I begged to see her, she told me you were having class and was hurt. Okay, I don't blame her or you.
I broke down right infront of her. Crying so badly among a whole crowd of strangers who all stared at me.
Why? I've been enduring so much, I was so weak, tired.
She just stared coldy and heartlessly at me. She couldn't care.
(Heyy, I understand, she was worried and standing firm for her friend she cared for. BUT HONESTLY. If i were in her position, to see a guy or girl cry right before me, in front of everyone, i would pat him or her on the back and offer to help them out to talk to my friend. and no, this isn't just me. anyone normal would do that.)
Lets just quote. (Not in chronological order)
> "Stop harrassing her."
> " She blocked your number for a reason. Doesn't that say something?"
> "I see two people hurting, you're wasting your time."
> "Dont try to pull my heart strings. I've loved someone for 4 years but I'm sorry I dont know how it feels like to be in a relationship." *smirks heartlessly*
> "You are to blame, you threw the earpiece at the computer and hurled vulgarities at her."
( LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. I will NEVER curse at someone I love. NEVER. I would NEVER hit or deliberately hurt someone I love. Never have i hit or cursed at her EVER. Even if shes done it, I will always love her cause I know she loved me.) - clarified that, she didn't care.
oh. and my favourite.
> "Truthfully, if i could? I would kill you right now."
Hah. These words, kept repeating throughout in my head. I am 100% sure they are quoted word for word.
I understand you are worried for your friend but let me get this straight.. Dont you fucking dare treat me like a dog. Who the hell are you to accuse me and judge me when you don't even know me. You are so lucky..
Throughout the whole convo, I was crying like a stupid pathetic spec of dirt. How did it end?
"Uh.. Okay." and something along the lines of how you dont ever want to see me.
I stood there all alone, crying so badly. It took me a while before being able to move my feet to the other corner before making calls."
The crisis? The ex was in the school, on our turf. (Yes, this is me sounding territorial hehe.)
The solution? Jo helped plan things out - Dayna would stay with Tish in the labs, Hui Min would be near the library to keep a watch on the mushroom, Jo herself would be at Macs to wait for me, and I had enthusiastically volunteered to meet the bitch at the mush, to collect whatever it was that she had to pass on to Tish.
So off I went to the mush, trying to keep my growing anger to myself because I'm beyond sure that TP wouldn't really be interested in students fighting on campus (though I must say that I would love to cover such a story for StopPress). As much as I would have loved to claw her face off, I reminded myself that I'd promised not to. Besides, bloodstains on clothes are such a bitch to wash off. *dramatic sigh*
Well. Long story short, I met with the bitch. She was slumped against the wall at first, with her hair hiding her face, so I had to ask her if she was the bitch I knew and hated. The moment she looked up, I could tell that she recognised me. She regarded me warily at first, before asking for Tish, who I said was in class, and anyway wouldn't want to see her.
What happened after that was a huge mix of crying, and sniffling, and saying why couldn't I let her see Tish, and she loved her so much, and blah blah blah. Basically enough material to write the next award-winning soap opera.
There were a few things she said that made me curl my lip with amusement (completely in character as the mean, bitchy friend-of-your-ex muahaha) and some others that made me angry. Scratch that, they made me even angrier than I already was. Not a good idea, bitch.
My personal favourite moment was when she said, "Why can't you let me see her? You just don't understand." Yeah, I don't understand. I don't even WANT to understand, thanks very much. It's not my business. What IS my business, bitch, is when I see that you're hurting one of my closest friends. That's my business all right.
I'll be honest - I was furious, and I hated her, and it showed. Hell, I even told her "Truthfully, if I could, I'd kill you right now." Because that was all I was feeling. Cold, blind rage that burned in my heart. All I could see myself doing was leaping forward and grabbing her throat, or maybe ripping her face off. I would have enjoyed it.
But I collected the stuff, and I was perfectly civil, nice even (all I said was "No." when she asked, begged to see Tish, and "Go home." because she was wasting her time talking to me. I am a rock when I decide to be cold and stubborn as fuck), plus I didn't kill her, or hit or slap her like I was simply longing to do. Achievement unlocked.
And well, I just visited the bitch's blog (yes, in spite of me constantly calling her le bitch I do actually know her name - I just can't be bothered to use it) and wowee, what do we have here? Me making a short appearance in one of the posts lolol. Here's the part of her blog that has yours truly in it:
"Waited another hour. Someone asked if I was ruth.
I recognised the face. I will keep the insults to myself. But let’s just say that she was bloody lucky I was in such a weak state when addressing her and my heart actually feeling something to make sure you won’t face trouble, to not do a bloody thing. even right now... seriously.
Never will I EVER let someone humiliate me like that or a stranger treat me worse than a fucking dog. inhumane.
Let me quote what she said for whoever.
I was upset as she asked me to pass her, Her things. I gave it all one by one as she just watched me withdraw them from my bag, "Mhmm. Mhmm." was all she said.
"Is that all?"
I begged to see her, she told me you were having class and was hurt. Okay, I don't blame her or you.
I broke down right infront of her. Crying so badly among a whole crowd of strangers who all stared at me.
Why? I've been enduring so much, I was so weak, tired.
She just stared coldy and heartlessly at me. She couldn't care.
(Heyy, I understand, she was worried and standing firm for her friend she cared for. BUT HONESTLY. If i were in her position, to see a guy or girl cry right before me, in front of everyone, i would pat him or her on the back and offer to help them out to talk to my friend. and no, this isn't just me. anyone normal would do that.)
Lets just quote. (Not in chronological order)
> "Stop harrassing her."
> " She blocked your number for a reason. Doesn't that say something?"
> "I see two people hurting, you're wasting your time."
> "Dont try to pull my heart strings. I've loved someone for 4 years but I'm sorry I dont know how it feels like to be in a relationship." *smirks heartlessly*
> "You are to blame, you threw the earpiece at the computer and hurled vulgarities at her."
( LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. I will NEVER curse at someone I love. NEVER. I would NEVER hit or deliberately hurt someone I love. Never have i hit or cursed at her EVER. Even if shes done it, I will always love her cause I know she loved me.) - clarified that, she didn't care.
oh. and my favourite.
> "Truthfully, if i could? I would kill you right now."
Hah. These words, kept repeating throughout in my head. I am 100% sure they are quoted word for word.
I understand you are worried for your friend but let me get this straight.. Dont you fucking dare treat me like a dog. Who the hell are you to accuse me and judge me when you don't even know me. You are so lucky..
Throughout the whole convo, I was crying like a stupid pathetic spec of dirt. How did it end?
"Uh.. Okay." and something along the lines of how you dont ever want to see me.
I stood there all alone, crying so badly. It took me a while before being able to move my feet to the other corner before making calls."
Well, what can I say? She caught my good side after all. :)
First of all, bitch, I'm supposed to be "lucky" that you were supposedly in such a weak state that you couldn't do anything besides blubber? BITCH PLEASE. You shouldn't make excuses for yourself, darling, it never reflects well on you. If you wanted to fight, if you wanted a catfight in front of the whole school, I say bring it. I've got nothing to lose.
Secondly, you "kept your insults to yourself". Hell, go ahead and insult me. Say I'm FUGLEH. Say I'm pathetic. Say whatever the hell you want, I don't actually care. I know I'm ugly, you don't have to say it twice, but hey, at least I'm a damn sight prettier than you. *sharpens claws*
I did not treat you worse than "a fucking dog". You'd be lucky if I treated you like a dog, actually. I'm extremely awkward around dogs (Quinn can attest to that!) but I actually love them. So please, standing around and going "mhmm mhmm" is inhumane? You poor, sad, pathetic soul. Excuse me while I die laughing.
You would pat such a person on the back and try to help him/her talk to your friend? Anyone normal would do that? Ooh, really? Even if your friend is upset over such a person? Wow, let me break one of your closest friend's hearts, and then we'll see if you'll let me talk to said friend. You must be such an awesome friend to hang around. Oh, and a word to the not-so-wise. I'm not NORMAL. I'm not even CLOSE. Bitch, I'm certified MOTHERFUCKING INSANE. So if you think I'll act how a "normal" person would, you're dead wrong.
I am so lucky. Indeed I am, I saved myself the hassle of having to clean blood from under my nails. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have to have blood stuck under your nails?
A friend of mine told me once, "Remind
me never to piss you off."
DAMN RIGHT.
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