You know how it's like in a break-up, when the other party is so embittered that they do everything they can to elevate your misery? The
"Last Stomp On The Foot", if you may. That's when they'll
scratch your car. Inform the whole population of your supposed halitosis. Squash your ego and masculinity by telling everyone that you have a third nipple, not unlike Chandler Bing. And I have no idea why I'm speaking like a guy who's been involved in alot of nasty breakups.
Crabsticks. Why am I speaking from a guy's shoes? D:Anyway. It's only been a day since our breakup, but Hotmail has-
very efficiently- exacted
"The Last Revenge" on me. I open my inbox after a night, only to realize that I have been inundated with
373 new unread messages. I don't know if the numbers 373 have
special cursed properties but it is definitely NOT normal to receive 373 emails in less than a day. I don't even think Jessica Alba gets that many. And the number just keeps on increasing!
It might even be Tahitian voodoo.So what do I do?
Hide under the table until the release of the IB 2009 results? Move to some remote island right smack in the middle of the South China sea? Throw garlic at the desktop?Well,
I WILL NOT YIELD, because
I AM ISABEL, HEAR ME ROARRRR! (HAHAHA THAT IS SO STUPID SORRY). I am going to
FIGHT BACK and declare in Hotmail's face that:
ISABEL CHIA HAS MOVED TO the Hotter-Than-Hotmail isabelchia91@gmail.com, where ALL HER EMAILS WILL BE ENTERTAINED. (And Merry Christmas, you guys)Up your butt, Hotmail! Neh neh ni poo poo!
