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princess lara * girl
29.11.04

The Biatch and the Fag
This is based on a true story.

Once there was a biatch who fell in love with a fag... hahaha! just kidding!

OF COURSE NOT! NEVER!

Okay, back to the story... one day, the biatch finally allowed the fag to talk to her through YM after months of drifting apart (the biatch hated the fag, because the fag did a lot of stupid things that hurt the biatch) hahaha!

here's the complete manuscript... (OMG! Pathetic! I actually kept a copy?! hahaha! copy-paste from the YM message box...)

FAG: how are you?

BIATCH: ...

FAG: gosh.. y do i always get this deadma reply from you?

BIATCH: ...

FAG: yoohoo... i come in peace..

BIATCH: hmmm...

FAG: i miss you... promise!

BIATCH: ...

FAG: i've been reading your blog eversince you sent me the link.

BIATCH: and...

FAG: I just want you to know that I'm happy that you're doing well there with work I just can't take the fact that I'm one of those people... that you wouldn't want to talk to...haay! it's just so hard. but i kinda accepted that na rin... pero i wouldn't stop

BIATCH: you are not one of those people. you are the only one i refuse to talk too.

FAG: haaaaaaaaaaaa! sorry na... puhlssssss...

BIATCH: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING SORRY FOR? the apologies are empty if the reason is not right yah know...

FAG: i know that i may have been insensitive most of the time... i know that in one way or the other i did offend you with things... but, none of them are intentional... i swear... it's just that, sometimes i tend to be selfish... remember when we talked back there in galera... it was such a relief... but, it kinda got off track... i came to realize that i've been doing a lot of things wrong and i need to do the right thing now... which is... try to start anew... impossible may be, but it's all gonna be worth of a try for me... you see, i usually get bothered when i hear things from you... hear say from others... how you hated me and me being kinda indifferent to you...

BIATCH: i think those aren't hearsays... it's true. i hate you.

FAG: i know... that's why...

BIATCH: you don't tend to be selfish. you are selfish

FAG: im not trying to be charming here

BIATCH: and how much i really hate that ur apologizing now

FAG: i just want to say im really very sorry

BIATCH: and not before i left for bkk

FAG: i hope that someday you can accept my apologies.

FAG: i hope that when you get back here, we can see each other and, just like the good old days... oh well, just a bit different... this time far more better

BIATCH: it will never be the good old days. i don't even want you to work for projects in (company name of where she used to work withheld). and what irritated me is that you apologized only after i expressed my dismay to rod and benjie that they are giving u projects...

FAG: hindi naman...

BIATCH: could that be just a plain coincidence... i don't think so

FAG: if only you know how hard it was... from the time you texted me before you decided to leave that afternoon... we were supposed to meet in makati

BIATCH: i felt the insincerity.

FAG: you know i am never good with words... kahit nga sa grammar e... but i really am... sincere... i wouldn't really do this if i am not... i feel like am stupid trying to run after you and ask you to forgive me... but, what the heck...

BIATCH: ha! yah right...

FAG: this is the right thing for me to do... well, may be hard to, but i just hope... hope that someday... i will no longer ask for that same good days... just for me to know that you have forgiven me... will somehow do good... im sorry. for everything i have caused you... for being insensitive, selfish, numb, dumb and whatever you might want to call me... i'll freely accept it

BIATCH: whatever... i honestly don't want to hear from you or anything to do with you. but for some reason dahil magaling ka at nagtrabaho ka for rod, and therefore with (name of the company where the biatch used to work - withheld)... ur still always part of the stories and i totally hate it. why can't you just stay with jobsdb or something or maybe some company where people will not make kwento abt you... i'm not even asking about you! i couldn't care less... but there you are living in the same world before i left. nakakainis. yes i'm mean. i don't want you there.

FAG: i know, heard about that, but i never asked din for it...i thought about it before, i know i will hear something from you. but, i just needed a job for the remaining months of the year

BIATCH: i know... ur such a sucker right? and then you apologize. fuck. had it not been for that i know you would have been deadma.

FAG: (mentions the Biatch's name...), why should we be like this?... why should it be that hard?

BIATCH: we are like this because i'm a bitch and you know it. it's that simple right... you know how mean i can be... so what's with the question? we both know the answer.

FAG: i know... just wanted to do things right... please naman o...

BIATCH: wow... how touching...

- end -

After the conversation, the biatch blocked the fag in her YM list. And they both lived their own lives happily ever after?!