Sunday, April 16, 2006
these few days, i havent been acting very much like myself lately.
kind of moodswing-gy and irritable.
i think the proper term would be, pms.
whatever.
gack gack, cough cough.
everybody pms-ses at least 20 times in their entire lifetime.
even mother teresa.
but i bet on those days, she never goes further than not feeding random stray cats and dogs.
anyway.
i've realized, after much research and observation of myself, that these are the top 3 "dont do"s when i'm irritable.
(dont worry, this doesnt happen often. erm, being irritable, i mean.)
1. dont tease me about sparko.
i'm serious. i'm really kind of tired of all the teasing and whatever.
no big deal what. its just a much closer form of friendship between a male and a female.
anyway, how did you expect me to react?
blush blush, giggle giggle?
kill me, please.
2. dont touch my beret feather! (aka, chicky.)
do you have any idea how long it took me to push the stupid rusty pin behind the musician badge's loops just so that i could secure the feather to the beret?!
do you?! do you?!!
my hands were literally BURNING after the whole thing!
and the worst part was that the pin was also rusty and thus made the whole thing a whole lot tougher!
GAHHH!
and do you know how particular i am about my whole beret feather being fluffy and all?!
GAHHHHHHH!!
i like my feather just so. so PLEASE, dont help me make anymore amendments to it.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
enough said.
3. once again, dont tease me about sparko.
this, i must reinstate again for emphasis.
please, please, please dont tease me anymore.
and dont ask me anything about what our conversations are normally like or what he did or what i did or what our grandparents did or what we do together.
i dont like talking about my private life.
i dont want to talk about my private life.
i wont talk about my private life.
so back off, ok?
want to know the reason why?
simple.
because i dont want people to talk about me behind my back.
i find it disgusting, i find it irritating.
but i still do it myself. heh.
anyway.
the best way not to have people talking behind my back is not to give them anything to talk about.
so i definitely wont be talking about sparko to anybody (close friend excluded) soon.
and if some of you nitwits still persist on asking, being the aspiring tabloid reporters yourselves, i shall be forced to kick your balls.
and you wouldnt want that to happen, right?
kind of moodswing-gy and irritable.
i think the proper term would be, pms.
whatever.
gack gack, cough cough.
everybody pms-ses at least 20 times in their entire lifetime.
even mother teresa.
but i bet on those days, she never goes further than not feeding random stray cats and dogs.
anyway.
i've realized, after much research and observation of myself, that these are the top 3 "dont do"s when i'm irritable.
(dont worry, this doesnt happen often. erm, being irritable, i mean.)
1. dont tease me about sparko.
i'm serious. i'm really kind of tired of all the teasing and whatever.
no big deal what. its just a much closer form of friendship between a male and a female.
anyway, how did you expect me to react?
blush blush, giggle giggle?
kill me, please.
2. dont touch my beret feather! (aka, chicky.)
do you have any idea how long it took me to push the stupid rusty pin behind the musician badge's loops just so that i could secure the feather to the beret?!
do you?! do you?!!
my hands were literally BURNING after the whole thing!
and the worst part was that the pin was also rusty and thus made the whole thing a whole lot tougher!
GAHHH!
and do you know how particular i am about my whole beret feather being fluffy and all?!
GAHHHHHHH!!
i like my feather just so. so PLEASE, dont help me make anymore amendments to it.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
enough said.
3. once again, dont tease me about sparko.
this, i must reinstate again for emphasis.
please, please, please dont tease me anymore.
and dont ask me anything about what our conversations are normally like or what he did or what i did or what our grandparents did or what we do together.
i dont like talking about my private life.
i dont want to talk about my private life.
i wont talk about my private life.
so back off, ok?
want to know the reason why?
simple.
because i dont want people to talk about me behind my back.
i find it disgusting, i find it irritating.
but i still do it myself. heh.
anyway.
the best way not to have people talking behind my back is not to give them anything to talk about.
so i definitely wont be talking about sparko to anybody (close friend excluded) soon.
and if some of you nitwits still persist on asking, being the aspiring tabloid reporters yourselves, i shall be forced to kick your balls.
and you wouldnt want that to happen, right?