MSNing with Sadu
oooj@la: I hear you coming back tomorrow bitch
sadu: yes bitch
oooj@la: ok bitch, call me when you get here bitch
sadu: sure bitch, anything u say bitch
oooj@la: cool see ya soon then bitch!
sadu: whats the thurs night plan bitch
oooj@la: i am sadududududuiing whether you like it or not bitch
sadu: huh?? what dat mean bitch
oooj@la: meaning i hang out with you bitch! no?
sadu: you do? bitch! i arrive 10pm....
oooj@la: LOL, ok, then friday bitch. or saturday
sadu: cool....sounds like a plan kutti
oooj@la: acha, kutti now. fine kutti, have it your way
oooj@la: i am sure the husbaaaands will want to fix up something too ... kutti
sadu: my husband is not coming with me kutti
oooj@la: did you sell him for diamonds?
sadu: diamonds and more
oooj@la: oooooh, dont worry. i will love you long time .... if you share the diamonds with me kutti!
sadu: lol ... BITCH KUTTI
oooj@la: i am your BITCH KUTTI baby
LOL ... I love my Sadu, yes I do :)
posted by bakpakchik @ 10:58 AM
5 Comments:
There you just showed your class again...keep it up trailer trash.
It's my blog, so perfectly understandable why I come here so often.
I wonder what keeps you coming back if you hate me and my blog so much? Don't you have a more constructive way to spend your time than waste it on something you obviously neither enjoy nor understand?
You are so stupid you dont even understand that I am some one you already know.
Unfortunately I have to see and deal with you, your face and trailer trash ways too frequently.
I feel sorry for your husband and his family they could have done so much better.
Trying to act like you belong some place you obviously don't. Trying to buy yourself out from the way things were back home. Yes I know how you lived before Dubai miss "I only buy designer bags".
As I said you can buy all the shoes and clothes you want, class is obviously something you will never have.
LOL. Okay, firstly, admitting that you know me personally only makes you look like a bigger idiot that you looked like before. I mean, reading the blog of someone you despise is pretty lame, but atually allowing such a person to be part of your life ... that's plain pathetic.
Woman, if you hate me so much, why, oh why must you see me? Cut me out of your life or something. I am sure I will find a way to cope with the loss :)
I would be very tempted to believe your sob-story of being unlucky enough to know me personally if you didn't get your facts so wrong: me and designer handbags?
Honey, the closest thing I have to a designer bag is a copy of a Jimmy Choo bag that cost me 50 Dhs! LOL, 'miss i only buy designer bags'.
I admit I don't quite understand what you are trying to hint at by saying 'how I used to live before Dubai'. Okay, so before Dubai I didn't have a car of my own or much money of my own, but that's because I was a student and not very many middle-class students have those things. If my life is any different now than it was before, it's because I actually earn a monthly paycheck.
I have said before - haven't I - that I wasn't born with a golden spoon in my mouth.
Yup, I didn't actually come out of my mother's womb wearing diamond rings and they didn't actually feed me caviar and bathe me in honey.
If that makes me trailer trash, then hey, who am I to argue? :)
Hello Ujala,
I neither know you nor your anonymous commenter friend, but this I do know that he/she has been able to push your hot button.
You may profess to give a damn what he/she thinks about you and writes about you, but as is evident from your rather profane post in which you exclusively dwell upon this person, you do care.
We all do, more so the creative lot who have a heightened sensitivity to capture the nuances of life. It’s just one of the necessary evils of being artistic and creative. You feel everything enhanced; both good and bad.
And people with a camera in hand certainly fall into this category. So it’s better to accept what is rather than fight it. What’s probably eating you is that this person knows you well and you haven’t the faintest idea who it is and what he/she may do in the future to blemish you out of pure jealousy.
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