Right.
So she thinks she's all that plus a bag of chips.
(Hey, everyone likes a bag of chips every now and then)
If I deserved any of the things she said about me to my face, well, that now would be a different story because I would stand up to it with open arms. But going behind me saying everything which is not true? Yo, facts need to be ironed out as well.
I don't have a lot of anger pent up inside me since I can remember. Petty things have now rendered to not set my wick on fire anymore. Too bad she thinks otherwise.
Here I am typing this out, smiling without a doubt, laughing even to think of the initiatives she has set up to turn everyone against me. I bet my bottom dollar (or ringgit, for this matter) she's waiting for me to combust.
No, I shall not resort to violence or little shrieking because I wont stoop that low to any shit-shaped head's level. Only because I learn from my mistakes and I wont be afraid to admit it. Nor do I bitch or say anything bad about anyone anymore for I have learned the consequences and karma does turn back around, it kicks in the ass and I don't think I want to put up with having tantrums all the time the way I used to. It makes energy levels drop to an all-time record!
Who said being firm and a come-off-strong-attitude is rude can go to hell. I'd rather have all that than be a wimp, act all dainty or suck up to everybody until the only pose I have is of me smiling with too-straight teeth and a pout. Thank you very much, but no.
*shies in the corner* I think she knows who she is cause I bet just about now she's thinking of wrapping her tiny hands around my more-than-her-fingers-can-reach-neck and push down so hard she wishes I could die or for my brains to pop out! Teehee.
I don't think I would die THAT easily. Or at least wipe myself off the face of the Earth.
I can imagine Tony Montana in Scarface getting shot at the end with all the bullets "killing" him but does not die. So what if he died in the end. It took shitloads of bullets from that stupid machine gun to kill him anyway!
And that's EXACTLY how I feel right now.
I should wipe this silly grin off my face before I start thinking of the inevitable. Only cause I'm good at day-dreaming like that.
I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins watching Fracture. Ooh is Anthony Hopkins the best or the best? I shall give you no other choice. It's either the former or the latter! I loved him in Hannibal and I love him in any other movie I've ever seen him play. Even if he always played the philosophical, modern day Confucius with his cigars and cool hats villain, I never wanted any of his characters to be locked up in jail. Unfair, I know, but if O.J. can walk free then all his characters should walk free too!
I'm thinking of having a really nice weekend with more DVD-bunking in the arms of the loved one, probably a day out for swimming and sun-roasting too.
I'm sorry Aunty Bibi and family for not checking your recently opened place yet. But I'm sure my head WOULD POP OUT of nowhere as soon as I give you the good word. I miss their Chef's food! Lol. Until next, I bid everyone adieu (except for shit-shaped head girl who thinks she's mighty fine all the guys would swoon at me and my butterfly head, yeeeeeheee!) because I have to put up with her and I absolutely wish I could strike the magic wand, guffaw and make myself stupid so she'd think she's stupid-er than me. Hmph! Always talking about her rich friends yet have failed to show how chummy she really is with them otherwise they would pick her up in their fancy ago-go cars and go cruising!
Really.
The world and it's tremendous wonders. I hope God has something in store for me to be able to keep my sanity and put up with minor bullshit like this every single fucking day. Just you wait and see! *jumps and skips of in anticipation and excitement!*
So she thinks she's all that plus a bag of chips.
(Hey, everyone likes a bag of chips every now and then)
If I deserved any of the things she said about me to my face, well, that now would be a different story because I would stand up to it with open arms. But going behind me saying everything which is not true? Yo, facts need to be ironed out as well.
I don't have a lot of anger pent up inside me since I can remember. Petty things have now rendered to not set my wick on fire anymore. Too bad she thinks otherwise.
Here I am typing this out, smiling without a doubt, laughing even to think of the initiatives she has set up to turn everyone against me. I bet my bottom dollar (or ringgit, for this matter) she's waiting for me to combust.
No, I shall not resort to violence or little shrieking because I wont stoop that low to any shit-shaped head's level. Only because I learn from my mistakes and I wont be afraid to admit it. Nor do I bitch or say anything bad about anyone anymore for I have learned the consequences and karma does turn back around, it kicks in the ass and I don't think I want to put up with having tantrums all the time the way I used to. It makes energy levels drop to an all-time record!
Who said being firm and a come-off-strong-attitude is rude can go to hell. I'd rather have all that than be a wimp, act all dainty or suck up to everybody until the only pose I have is of me smiling with too-straight teeth and a pout. Thank you very much, but no.
*shies in the corner* I think she knows who she is cause I bet just about now she's thinking of wrapping her tiny hands around my more-than-her-fingers-can-reach-neck and push down so hard she wishes I could die or for my brains to pop out! Teehee.
I don't think I would die THAT easily. Or at least wipe myself off the face of the Earth.
I can imagine Tony Montana in Scarface getting shot at the end with all the bullets "killing" him but does not die. So what if he died in the end. It took shitloads of bullets from that stupid machine gun to kill him anyway!
And that's EXACTLY how I feel right now.
I should wipe this silly grin off my face before I start thinking of the inevitable. Only cause I'm good at day-dreaming like that.
I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins watching Fracture. Ooh is Anthony Hopkins the best or the best? I shall give you no other choice. It's either the former or the latter! I loved him in Hannibal and I love him in any other movie I've ever seen him play. Even if he always played the philosophical, modern day Confucius with his cigars and cool hats villain, I never wanted any of his characters to be locked up in jail. Unfair, I know, but if O.J. can walk free then all his characters should walk free too!
I'm thinking of having a really nice weekend with more DVD-bunking in the arms of the loved one, probably a day out for swimming and sun-roasting too.
I'm sorry Aunty Bibi and family for not checking your recently opened place yet. But I'm sure my head WOULD POP OUT of nowhere as soon as I give you the good word. I miss their Chef's food! Lol. Until next, I bid everyone adieu (except for shit-shaped head girl who thinks she's mighty fine all the guys would swoon at me and my butterfly head, yeeeeeheee!) because I have to put up with her and I absolutely wish I could strike the magic wand, guffaw and make myself stupid so she'd think she's stupid-er than me. Hmph! Always talking about her rich friends yet have failed to show how chummy she really is with them otherwise they would pick her up in their fancy ago-go cars and go cruising!
Really.
The world and it's tremendous wonders. I hope God has something in store for me to be able to keep my sanity and put up with minor bullshit like this every single fucking day. Just you wait and see! *jumps and skips of in anticipation and excitement!*
