fuck the clique

this probably should be put on paper clearly... a long time ago.

the clique: consisting of several members of gers that used to grow up together... from pri school to sec school and then to JC.

let me put this straight. after a blur "outing", which consisted of juz dinner and endless yakking, i'm left to ponder what is it that actually binds us together.

i'm not being nice here anymore. nor "try" to be even the slightest NICE to any of the CLIQUE members.

THIS IS A TRUE AND UNBIAS ACCOUNT FROM ME. in any case, none of u are guts enough to mention it out.

firstly, everything is so darn FAKE! why the dressing up so nicely as if one's going to a club? why the fanciful teh-ish tone when toking to each other? why the sweet talk in the first place? it pisses me off how horribly unreal we appear to each other. we were neva like that years back! WHY NOW!

lets give n take. each of us has a certain character of her own. each has their own interests and dislikes. must one judge another by their own preferences?

it revels to a point that i'm juz so fed up with this whole "i'm doing so well and becoming more glam" thing that it has made me become absolutely numb to whatever sweet talk or big group hugs that exists.

I WALK ALONE.
I SAY WHATS REAL, STRAIGHTFORWARD AND WHATEVER THAT COMES TO MY MIND, NOT SUCIDAL HONEY COATED LANGUAGES... so shoot me for my directness.
I CANNOT BE BORTHERED TO DRESS UP IN DAINTY N SCANTILY CLAD "COSTUMES".

best of all... I DUN CARE WHAT HELL U JUDGE ME WITH AND AGAINST.

This is a dissing-out entry i'm blogging. YET i'm not directly attacking any one of u individually. however offended u feel reading this, i expect most of u are feeling somewhat in agreement with what i say... its the fact.

i'm sick and tired of being present at "outings" that consists of some of u ppl's judgemental head-to-toe attacks from ur eyes, endless yakking that doesn't seem to realise that "HEY! there's some ppl who doesn't get what you're chatting so excitably over?" and perhaps thoughts that flashes across each n every one of our minds "omg... when is their conversation ever gg to end".

this cannot work. i tell all of u. i'm finished with incessant grp dates that makes us appear a bunch of bimbos dressed to kill and yet pretending to be icy sweet.

everything's wrong.
we're all on different wavelengths.
we're all judging each other - it hurts BIG TIME.
we're all insensitive bitches.
we're all too vain and full of pride.

each yearly grp dates... increases my want for a more down-to-earth meeting. why bother with everything else? the purpose of meeting is not to flaunt and compare. What's the real purpose then?

PLEASE TELL ME