A lost cause, indeedo.

The following was typed with ma tongue-firmly-in-cheek and teeth gyrating that poor tongue. Oh and hot coffee almost scalding that bitten tongue

I gave psychopaths a run for their money by being the most dreaded ex-girlfriend. I apparently stomp on ex-bfs ego and pride publically over the TV, Radio and billboards. And published pictures and and sex videos that would have put that dumb Hilton to shame.

Okay, so that wasn't entirely true. Paris Hilton ain't dumb. She's a heiress. And there isn't much billboards in Singapore either. So let's just add TVMobile as a platform of media for my whacko acts.

Unsurprisingly, I've since become one of the most hated women in blogging His-Sto-Ry. Hated by many. No. Let me correct that. Hated by a SINGULAR person with many pseudonyms.

Gawd.... it must be tiring having so many alter-egos. And how do you even remember all those names?

But I reckon it must've be fun naming ur alter-egos. You could get as contradicting as you like. For instance, you could commit blasphemy and name urself after Pope (or Priest?) and go on a verbal barrage of profanities. Or you could leave a whole chunk of indecipherable paragraphs on comments or feedbacks and leave a name like Absolute Space (or everything Zen?).

I could go on all night but since stalking ex-bfs and creating attention for myself consumed half of my time, (work and sleep takes up the other half. And I beg for a quarter of a century more to memorise all numbers in my phonebook.) I shall end here. Meantime, check underneath your bed. You might see me there.