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Saturday, August 11, 2007 . 3:06 AM

It's taken a long time to find freedom to write this down freely.

You are nothing but a blatant copycat. Unoriginal, fake and brainless.

Let's see, first of all, you copied all my preferences back in Primary Four. You promised not to like The Click Five when I did, and one month later, as expected, you broke your "promise".

Oh, countless other incidents that has faded away from my memory.

In Primary Six, that's exactly when I shelter much hate for you.

You copied my way of writing and talking. You know what? What do you copy me for? I hold my own personality and I am in no need of an imposter. And news flash, you're one, Rashidah.

One of the main reasons why I think you copy me is because of Hadi. Are you trying to adopt my rare personality so he can notice you?

Not to brag, but I'm not someone with a character you see everyday.

Fat chance, he's not. You keep denying that you have feelings for him but I can see through your act. You're such a poser. And it's not like everyone likes you either.

Filbert hates you. I hate you. Khaing hates you. And most probably, Hadi hates you as well.

You have an al-stinko body odour because you practice no self-control. You gorge on food and that's all you ever do. Your hair looks disgusting, but that's what matters to me the least.

One of the biggest things that make me clench my teeth whenever I see you is because you act like you're Einstien when you're not.

Just because you're in the "best class", you think the world of yourself.

Let's see, when I don't understand a question in maths, and I ask about it, do you try to explain it?

Answer? No, you don't. Instead, you open your big mouth and protest the loudest. Are you trying to call me stupid? Can't dare to say it to my face?

I can be sharp with words, but be thankful that I have not cut you down.

Yet.

Gina is much smarter in maths than a bimbotic bakka like you, and does she complain? No, she explains the question to me.

You're the one who protests the loudest, and are you so smart? You're not. So quit acting like you are.

You are nothing but a whole-sale copycat, and I hate you.