Ok here it is.

Be flattered now, because I have dedicated an entry to you herewith.

I don't like what you did to my friend, your ex. But that is over and done with. I just don't understand why you have to resort to lash out at me at my tagboard.

Any issues you have with my ex, go settle those with him. We are not together anymore, but he's still a dear friend of mine. And then once that is done, I hope you grow up.

Any issues you have with me, email me. I'm sure someone smart like you will have more space to write me here. Saying things like my hands look like a bapok's terlepas from Changi did nothing to deflate my ego. It did, however, reek of your own insecurities. I know I am not pretty, not hot, not beautiful. I looked like a boy then, and still look like a boy now. And you know what? It is ok. I am fine with that. I have come to terms with whatever I lack and whatever I have in excess. I am happy with myself. Maybe you don't know me very well, do you? Which is why it is easy for you to pass comments like that. Maybe it is easy for me to pass comments about you because I don't know you, too.

Come on, you. This has to come to an end. All these nonsense. We have seen each other in person like... Less than 5 times and I don't think that is enough to constitute any bad feelings. This is not me offering an apology. This is just me offering a truce. Because you know, I don't know what I'll be apologizing for. I'm sure we are all mature adults who can handle this 'situation' as best as we can, as delicately as we want. It's sickening to know that you religiously read our lives' stories. I mean yeah, this is for the world to read, but to read BECAUSE you're looking for an opening to hit below our belts. Don't feed on our miseries. They could be poison.

After all that has been said, I really have no more energy to entertain this nonsense. Whatever issues I had with you, they are all water under the bridge. No more, nada. If I see you outside, I won't slap you. Because I am above that. In the span of the years you have 'known' me, yes, I have grown up. Control queen? Not me anymore. Rigid girlfriend with no tender love to offer her man? Maybe not anymore.

So here it is. My end of the deal. Truce?

The ball is in your court.