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Yet another feather in my cap of notriety. Ujala-haters of the world, unite!

LOL. Seems like the Sadu post below and it's excessive use of the word 'bitch' didn't go down well with some one who apparently is an acquintance of mine and wishes to have a verbal battle with me Anonymously.

I understand. It must be an awful burden to carry such hate in your heart for someone you know and socialise with. If this makes you feel better honey, please carry on. Sticks and stones can break my bones, but you know what they say about words :)

The thing is sweetheart, I am what I am and in this battle of words, I will always come out on top. Not because I am right and you are wrong, and not even because I care about winning. I don't even know who the fuck you are, why would I give a flying fuckabout what youthink?!

See, the thing is, I am not hiding behind a cloak of anonymity. I am neither hiding anything, nor am I divorcing my thoughts/feelings from association with me. On my blog, I say what I want to say ... as I do in real life.

And that's why a whole bunch of sorry-assed MotherFuckers like you can't stand me. Well, guess what? I don't give a flying fuck. Really.

Let me explain something about myself to you: I'm a very simple person. I don't spend hours analysing the things people say and do and try to determine whether they are or are not genuine. It's a waste of time. Sooner or later, everyone proves their worth. If you're nice to me, I'm nice back. I won't dwell at all on ulterior motives you might have. If I like you, I like you. If I don't, no force in the world can fucking make me.

I don't pretend. Which is more than what I can say for you.

For all I know, you might be someone I actually like because you probably act all nice and friendly when we meet, while in your heart you are secretly loathing me. You really can't blame me for being nice to you if you put on your best behaviour around me, now can you?

I am trying to understand this, but can't quite get my head around it: why would you want to associate/socialise with me if you can't stand me?

Are you someone from work? In which case, it is understandable and I might even have a little bit of respect for you.

Are you one of my relatives/cousins/extended family? In which case, again understandable because family is tricky to cut out. But in this case, I have no respect for you. My family is pretty homogenous and whatever any one has more/less of is their own doing. Being a middle-class family, we have come from the same background/values and if you feel any resentment, then babe, whatever shithole you're in, you dug yourself into it .

Are you someone I went to school/uni with? Are you surprised that someone who couldn't really afford to go out for dinners and stuff with friends can now vacation in Europe every week is she so wished? Or are you upset that someone who dropped out of college can actually make a decent living and hold a respectable job?

Are you a friend/relative of my huband's? If yes, then I have the least respect for you. The simplest thing to do is cut out the spouse of a friend/relative you don't aprove of. Just go ahead and do it. What are you scared of?!

Is it some perverse, incessant compulsion you have of pleasing everyone - even someone you hate? What are you trying to prove by keeping in touch with me? How does it make you feel about yourself ... knowing that you have such little control over your own life that you can't even choose to stop seeing someone you despise. Ah, no wonder you hate me. You're probably just jealous that I have the guts and the freedom to not keep things up for merely appearance's sake.

I am also trying to understand this term you keep using: "paki trailer trash". Can you define that one for me please? I understand the traditional 'trailer trash' concept: y'know, the foul-mouthed, bleached, uneducated, grammar-lacking Americans stuck in dead-end jobs such as flipping burgers.

I swear like a sailor and my hair is sometimes bleached, but my grammar's quite good and my job requires me to wear a jacket. I don't understand what part of me seems 'trailer trash' to you. I have a feeling it's the swearing.

Is it?

Do you find it offensive that a pakistani, muslim, married girl uses words like these? Well, tough luck bitch/bastard. I will advise you to fucking take your head out of your ass. Or you know what, keep it there. That's probably where it belongs.

Another thing that amuses me is how fixated you are on how I spend my money. Dude, it's my money. Whether I feed an orphan in Romania with it, or blow it all on a Bvlgari ring is none of your fucking business.

And as side note to the same issue, please put it in your head that I am well aware of the fact that buying footwear does not buy one class. Let me tell you how my mind works when I go shoe-shopping: I need a pair of red shoes so I either go to some shop purposefully looking for some, or I randomly spot them. In either case, a shoe is a shoe and honestly, when I buy 'em, all I am thinking is that I needed a GodDamned red paira heels and I found some within my budget. Which MotherFucker says I'm trying to buy 'class'?!!! Jeezus man, talk about overanalyzing shit!

In any case, it might be your in sad little world where you try to please everyone at the same time where you might covet 'class'. Me? I don't give two shits about 'class'. What is 'class' anyway? Oh wait, I know the answer to this one: I bet to you 'class' is not using words like 'bitch' and 'fuck'. Well, gues what, I do. Those and a couple of others. I can make you a list if you want.

I don't give a fuck about 'class'. I am what I am and I am happy being that way. My family is fine with it. My husband is fine with it. And most of my friends are fine with it too. The one's that aren't, well, they can fuck off because I can always make new friends but there's only one 'me', and if I change that 'me' for people who can't take the real 'me', then I'm a spineless git.

This is me. Take it or leave it. It's as simple as that.

I don't change for people and I don't expect them to change for me.

So, if - in some part of your heart - you're hoping that a miracle might occur and I might turn over a new leaf, then wake up and smell the methane. I am not gonna unlearn my swearwords and I am not gonna suddenly acquire what you call 'class'. It's not happening ... so don't waste your time and my time by smiling at me over dinner and asking me how's work.

Because bitch, if I knew who you were, I would fucking show you shit you are for wasting my time.

As a last note: it's my blog and I can write whatever I want on it. If I was scared/hurt/effected by you or your comments, I would just disable them. But I don't, because your Anoymous comments just go to show how pathetic you are.

Sadly, I will not be able to find out your identity because you are obviously too scared of too many things. Happily, none of that is my problem.

If you can answer any of my questions without revealing your identity, then please do ... I am most curious :)