Bitching Around (actually I'm just being honest... and now a bitch?)

Okay. This is really really sensitive, so I'm going to change the scenario a bit. As in, change the whole story. But my annoyance is still the same, chill.

Anyway, I am a person who is very, very stubborn (tenancy or pigheadedness, you choose) and I am quite straightforward sometimes. Well, I'm working on being subtle (because even honesty is the best policy, it still stings people. WHATEVER) and kind and all that stuff. But the thing is, I have a limit. As in, a limit for being really patient or subtle or kind or let people down slowly, especially when that person is bugging me for like, a thousand times. Shit.

I'll admit I am quite harsh, and definitely not SWEET at all (heaven forbid), so don't expect any bullshit fake kindness for me. Oh yeah, I'll be kind and gentle, but not when I was annoyed, PUH-LEEZE.

There's that thing: I'm not exactly a "camp" person. Or you can say, I really hate outdoor activities, i.e.: having fun, go camping, hiking or whatever... especially you have to do it with a big fake smile plastered on your face and say, "Oh hey, I'm SOOOOO having a GREAT time." when you're so NOT. So no, I don't enter any kind of camp or games or something. (and yes, please don't ask me, I'll bite)

But the thing is, when you resolute to be good and kind and understanding and be oh-so Mother Theresa-like (only I can be ancient, but not as kind as her), you simply can't let people down harshly. Except you're so pissed off when that particular person kept bugging you about it and want to know the freaking reason why you can't (or don't, in my case) go to that damn outdoor activities. Just saying.

I received an invitation from someone to enter some technically-not-outdoor-activities-but-still-need-to-pretend-you-enjoy-yourself-thing. The thing is, I'm not available that day, and I don't feel like going (okay, this is a huge part). But the reason I'm not available is that I promised my little brother to go shopping with him and have fun (he wants to go for like, ages, I just can't disappoint him when I canceled it so many times before, right?) and stuff, but I just said I don't want to go to that particular thing. And I really don't feel like it. Argh.

And I didn't explain or anything, and I forgot to be polite (though I don't know why politeness end up in this, WHAT THE HELL) and I made someone disappointed. Shit. It's like I'm back in primary school all over again, DISAPPOINTED? Well, people need to LEARN to live with disappointment, dude. Sigh.

Anyway, that someone said I ignored the text sent, but actually (I'm not going to lie) I did ignore that text. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT IT'S THAT SOMEONE WHO SENT IT. Hello, I was actually engrossed in TV, and I knew my phone vibrated but like hell I opened it (I didn't open it). Then that person sent another text to me telling me that I ignored that text before, how could I explain? I'm like totally whatever.

You might say "oh, you need to go explain so you can clear that misunderstanding or stuff" but I'm not in some stupid Korean Drama or a really bad soap, okay? Explaining sounds like you did something wrong but you're clearing up. NOT.

Anyway, I'm a bitch enough (muahaha) so does it really matter I'm being really sort of not polite (mean, yes, I know) even though it's sort of a misunderstanding (sort of is because that I really don't want to go, NO REASON. Do you have to turn up a reason for POOPING or BREATHING? It's part of my make-up to hate going out, okay?) and stuff. Whatever. I won't go and clear up, we're not kids anymore. It seemed really idiotic. And childish. Whatever.

So, obviously I was bitching around unintentionally.

Lesson learnt : Bitches can't be kind (or couldn't avoid some kind of misunderstanding to be kind) so suck it up.

Exhausted (zZzZzZzZ)

I seriously can't believe I slept through X Factor, just because I was way too tired. Seriously, I can't believe it. Mom woke up in the middle of the night and found out I was asleep but that dumb TV was still on and she had to turn it off for me. Seriously.

Why am I so tired? (If you notice I am using present tense because I AM tired, and really really exhausted) Oh well, because of my new job. I am a helper in a tuition center, and my job description includes teaching little kids (or some not really little ones). You think teaching a bunch of seven-year-old (my table) isn't that hard or tired. But let me tell you something, picture the little kids need to describe some durians and that they don't even know HOW to write the word "durian" in Chinese, it's pretty sad. 

It's not their fault, but it's my responsibility to teach them and help them to finish their homework on time. Not to mention that I also need to sigh their homework book and teach them and also care for their safety and ALSO make sure that they keep their lovely mouths SHUT. That's sort of tough for a newcomer like me but that's not an excuse... (sadly).

It's pretty embarrassing where the other teachers yelled at your table because your students are whispering for YOU. Yes, my darkest nightmare is when about five or six students raise up their tiny palms and wanting me to teach them. Not to mention the remaining four are still talking and playing and that one little kid are wandering off and you need to catch him or her back so him or her won't go AWOL. 

Yes, so I went home and still have to do my chores (my brother was so heartless, I helped him out but he STILL didn't want to help me) and well, I just sucked it up and finished all the chores and my legs were like freaking sticks. Not that they're slim (hell no) but they're SO STIFF. For a person who doesn't exercise much (ME ME ME) or doesn't exercise at all (um... guilty?), standing all day long almost killed me. I am SO surprise I survive all this. Ugh.

Still, after missing that tape of X Factor, I literally go crazy, because I missed the performance I wanted to see so badly (ALEX & SIERA). I. Am. So. Pissed. Off.

And today is also an exhausting day for me, too. No, for your info, I didn't go to work today. But I DID did something that is really really exhausting, and really boring. Yes, I went for undang. I just sat there like an idiot for like 6 hours and listened to the law and the precautions and all that. The worst part is, I was in a hurry to pee but the person wouldn't stop talking. My bladder literally burst, you know. Sometimes I really like to know WHY all these embarrassing things need to happen to me. Just so typical of my luck.

Anyway, I'm going to song practice later, but I really hope I won't nod off or something. HELP ME!

(P.S. One thing: I would never ever sleep in public, because.... shhh.... I um, snore.)

Some "stuff" I planned

So the holiday is just around the corner (three days, to be exact), and apparently, I have some planning to do. Okay, I actually already finish planning everything way before I have my finals. Hey, a girl needs to have some motivation to go through the excruciating process of finals.

Actually, I already started doing some of my holiday plans now, since it's almost like holiday to me right now. No classes, no studying, no NOTHING. Just sitting there like an idiot in school, and chat away (which reminds me that I forgot to bring my journal to school today, ugh).

Anyway, I started my job yesterday (it was so tiring) and yes, that obviously indicates that I PASSED MY INTERVIEW. Yes, I so can't believe that I got my answer just the day after I went for the interview. It was so cool, except that I had to stand all day long to watch over kids and that some kids were really really annoying. But apart from that, everything is okay. And I treated the fact that I have to stand while I'm working as a part of my exercise (the truth is I don't do any exercises).

Besides that, I want to start a new novel, actually. I already drew down the plot of my story, but I'm still struggling with the settings. I read a lot of novels and all those novels have their settings in the U.S., so it's sort of like I already got used to that. But it seems really weird to place my settings in the U.S., since I never ever have been there and that I don't really think that's a good idea. I mean, it's totally weird for me to write since I don't really know the place and all that. 

I sort of consider another option that is to create my own place, but I also struggle with that choice, too. I don't know... but a place that's imaginary is really hard to relate to, especially I'm not writing stuff like Lord Of The Rings or Star Wars. I mean, COME ON. 

So that left me my last option, that is to place the setting in Malaysia, which I am SO familiar with since hello, this is my country. But it seems really weird because I don't actually SEE my story takes place in here, you understand? 

THAT IS SO FRUSTRATING, I SO WANNA PULL MY HAIR OFF EXCEPT THAT I AM AFRAID THAT I WILL THEN BECOME EVEN UGLIER THAN A BEAST. 

Excuse me now, but I'm going to wallow and think the shit out of my brain and try to wreck out a setting. 

Wish me luck (I NEED IT I SO NEED IT). Ciao.

Dream

I was in a dream.

That was my first thought, and I was aware of that. How odd, I was dead to the world, yet I can sense everything so clear and define... Was I really asleep?

It was so beautiful. I was in a meadow, which was darken by the shades of leaves. Yet, rays of sunlight penetrated through the spaces, lighting up the meadow and painted the flowers with colors. I was shocked and amazed, by this wonderful scene before me, but never surprise. 

I'd been through this dream so many times, till I lost count of them. Every glance felt like a new one, every touch was so sensitive beneath my delicate fingertips. I drew in a breath of wonder, and sat down quietly to wait for the normal routine in the dream.

I was in a white dress, so puffy and dreamy, hanging fitfully on every part of my body, clung onto every lines and angles. I smiled a little. At least I could afford to be pretty in my dreams, which I would never be in real life.

Let me enjoy this few moments, and I knew I would wake up in resignation and frustration, greeting another day with full grimace.

I expected everything in this dream, because I had replayed them over and over and over again whenever I was awake, hoping that I could stay in this dream forever...

I closed my eyes, and let my fingers wandered besides me, pulling and feeling the green, wet grass; smelling the wet but comfy smell in the air; and let feelings hit me like tides, till I couldn't bear; till I wasn't one anymore.

Without my sight, the other senses heighten as I continue to enjoy the beautiful without sight. Sunlight beat my eyelids, painting them a rich color of red. The end of my mouth curved into a resentful smile.

I heard footsteps coming my way, and my grin widen in pleasure. 

The footsteps stopped right in front of me, blocking the sunlight as my eyelids battered. 

I heard some whooshing sounds and a low thud, and I smelt his sweet smell, hitting my every senses, making me so blissful.

I opened my eyes slowing, tracing his every angles and every details, and saving his eyes for the last, knowing that I would lost my head over his smoldering, butter-scotch eyes. He was heartbreakingly beautiful, made my heart stopped for a while as I recovered my breathing slowly.

He suffocated me with himself. 

My eyes filled up as I scolded myself for losing every precious moment of this dream. I must appreciate everything now, since it would fade off just in the matter of seconds. 

He gave me a little smile, and I could hear my breath hitched. He pulled my hand and pressed it over his white shirt, just the spot where his heart lay, where I could feel his strong pulses under my palm. 

He was so warm, so real... yet, I still knew that this was just a dream. 

Who was he? Why did he appear in my dream? Was I insane? Did I lose my mind?

"Who are you?" I wanted to ask, but the question never ever came out of my throat. He never spoke in my dream, never. I was used to that, but how much I wished he would talk to me, so that I could at least pretended that he was real. 

But this time, he took me by surprised. His gaze was so gentle as they stared into mine with deep affections and intensity. I took an unstable breath.

"You'll know me, soon." His lips moved, and his voice was heavenly sweet, and so soft. I felt my jaw fell open. This was a first, and this was not the usual anymore. 

What had happened?

All of a sudden, everything was black, and he was gone. I was too shocked even to scream, though my mouth was wide open. I couldn't even suck in a breath of air. 

"Oh!" My eyes flew opened and the spinning fan greeted me with the whooshing sounds. Tears flooded my eyes and disappointment passed through my every uneven heartbeats. I tried to hold back the tears but the disappointment hurt so much, like a rusted knife twisting in my stomach, treating my intestines like spaghetti. 

I sat up and my head spun but I ignored both feelings and physical pains. I glanced at the clock and my eyes flew wide opened. 

"Shit." I cursed as I fumbled to get into the bathroom, thrusting my toothbrush into my mouth and grabbed my usual working suit. 

Damn, they're wrinkled and I was running out of time. I fumbled the cupboard for another while and decided it was all wasted efforts. I would go with the wrinkled suit now, since I didn't have a choice anymore. I crossed my fingers and hoped that boss was in a good mood today to forgive my lack of appearance, since he always claimed that appearance was everything.

I hurried my bedhead into a ponytail and try my very best to smooth out the wrinkles on my suit. No such luck. I sighed and grabbed my bag and rushed through the door and into the buzzing street. 

I ran headlong down the street, eventually ignoring every stares that bored into my back. I was really, really late. Why didn't my alarm rang? I usually was a very organized person, I wouldn't missed out such important detail, so vital for my job. I could lose it if I wasn't careful enough. 

Wait... I calmed myself down a little, as little question marks made their ways up my bird-nesting head. Wait a minute...

Then I flushed for my own ignorance, hoping that no one could read minds here. 

I was such a fool. Or maybe I was overwhelmed by the dream this morning, so I got lost the track of time today. Today was Saturday. No wonder the coffee shops were full of people in shorts and spaghetti straps. I flushed again for my own foolishness. 

Maybe I was in for a break. I smiled a little, and walked a little more down the sidewalk and turned into my favorite coffee shop. 

The coffee shop was buzzing and full of people. I got my usual seat by the window side so I could get the best view while enjoying my favorite coffee and my usual brownies. I was quite unusual for anyone, even the waiter said so, that I had brownies for breakfast instead of normal set of bread and coffee. But I was not a "normal" girl, and was not afraid of putting on weight. The only thing I concerned about--and thought about-- was that dream. 

The waiter didn't have to take my order since I was an old customer here and I never even once changed my orders. I didn't like changes, I thought. I was stubborn, as my mom always like to say that I was suffering from pigheadedness.

I smiled a little from the pleasant memories and the unusual scene from the dream completely took over my mind as I took a little bite of brownies and sipped a little of coffee. Hmm... Latte, my favorite. 

I stared out at the floor-length window absentmindedly, replaying the dream over and over again in my mind. 

He said I'll know him soon... what did that indicates? I frowned and took another bite accompanied by a sipped of the hot coffee. 

Then something caught my eyes and I felt my breath stopped altogether. 

It wasn't... was it...?

It wasn't the usual white shirt or that pair of loose, faded-blue jeans. No, he was wearing a long sleeved grey cotton shirt--which clung onto his every line so perfectly--and a pair of khakis pants. He walked through the sidewalk so quickly and took my every breath away.

I couldn't lose him. Not now.

I threw my bill on the table and rushed out the doors. I looked frantically for him as people passed me by like cliches. I blinked away the tears, surprised by my tenacity.

And there he was, standing in front of me like a statue. His eyes were full of shock, too, like mine as his jaw dropped open, the same way as mine did. 

I took a careful step forward, afraid that if I moved too roughly, he'd disappeared into thin air. I held my breath and reached out my fingers as he mimic my every movement.

We reached until out fingers twined, and I felt a piece of me brightened. My eyes were lit by amazement, and his in wonder. His eyes were the same shade of warm butter-scotch and my vision were interrupted by my tears of joy. 

"It's you." I whispered. "It's you."

"You know me?" His lips trembled as he regarded my expression. "You know me?"

"Yes." I nodded furiously and tears fell down like waterfalls. "I know you."

His smile was so glorious, he seemed like an angel from above, and now he was down to earth to meet me. 

Oh my, oh my.

"I know you, too," He pulled me closer and buried me into his chest. Even though it was the first time we ever met, we felt like we knew each others ages ago, probably in our dreams. "You're the one in my dream."

"You're in my dream, too." I cried into his chest, so grateful that fate had brought us together... so amazingly. 

"I thought I'd never meet you in life..." His breath hitched painfully." I'm so glad you're here."

" Me too." I murmured, wondering if this was another dream, because it's so painfully wonderful for me. I shook my head in disbelief. "You're here."

He pulled me in an arm's length, and looked at me closely. Then he planted a kiss on my forehead, and asked, "Why didn't once you told me your name in our dream?"

I liked how he said "our dream", it's like we're dreaming together. 

"You didn't tell me yours, either." I stared in amazement. 

"Christian." "Belle." We both said simultaneously, and laughter bubbled from our lips and the tears all fade into distance. 

"Glad to meet you." I smiled. 

"In person." He added, and held my hand so tight. "And I'll never let you go now. Regardless."

"Regardless." I agreed. And I followed him, to our future.

Whatever fate was doing, I hope it won't stop, because I wanted to spend this lifetime, just with him. 

Forever, not just in my dream. 

Our dream.

Interview (NERVE-WRECKING)

Today is sort of a big day for me. Sort of. Sort of. All right, I'll admit, it's HUGE. Because it's practically the first interview I ever went for a job. I think I was... okay. At least I hope so.

I wasn't really nervous, but I got really really hyper there because, well, obviously I WAS excited. Way too excited, I must say. Then well, it's the old thing. You sat down, and plastered a huge smile on your face and try to look smart. Or at least not dumb.

It was cool actually, that I got to sit there and answer question, except that part I totally wrecked up the first question, I think. Because when the teacher asked me why do I want to work there, I kinda go with the honesty thing. I replied (I translated into English for this piece) : "Well, because it's holiday and I wanna earn some money plus some experience, too."

Then he looked sort of taken aback (I'm so so so so so doom) and stuttered : "Or well, you can say that you wanna learn things here, that'd be better."  Then I'm the one who sort of look taken aback. Well, that's sort of stupid. Apart from that, I think everything else was cool. At least I didn't trip over or doing weird stuff in front of the teacher like burping or pass gas or something. Then THAT would be too embarrassing.

After that I went for a test and all the question there are based on primary school standards. You can say it's easy, but hey, it's not quite easy when you're thinking WAY TOO MUCH, like I did. I sort of freaked myself out by kept telling myself that I don't know how to do. But actually I did, except the fact that some of the questions are quite weird, maybe it's... wrong? Anyway, I got okay until I hit the nilai murni part.

I was totally like "OH SHIT OH DEAR OH GOD OH MY OH ARGHHHHHHH" at that part. Seemed like I was crazy. I was. Back then. I totally forgot how to do the stupid nilai murni thing which is totally in primary school format and I only know how to write in SPM format. So I guess I just simply scribble down something according to my way (I AM SO SO DEAD AHHHHH) and hope I survive this (and it will become a total miracle).

After both the interview and the test, I went back home with my mom (she accompanied me to the interview--but basically she just sat there and read her book--because I accompanied HER to HER interview last year, so she kinda owe me one. Though she never help me in saying anything to the interviewer.) and she said the teacher had came over to talk to her. She said that the teacher told her I was brave and confident, and that I was not like the others who were shy.

That's... a good thing, right?

I don't know. Because sometimes people can mistook confidence as arrogant, and here in Malaysia, modest seems the MOST important thing. Whatever, now I can only just cross my fingers and hope that I get the job and earn my own money.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I'm desperate)

Best Friends Forever

Remember when you're young, you like to scribble on pieces of papers, drawing some rainbows or a sun or even a few clouds and turn the white paper into something really shiny and pretty, and then you wrote all carefully down there XXX and YYY are BFF. Then you will hand out the paper to your very best friend and be like "oh, I so love you" and then you guys giggled around the car park while waiting for you parents to fetch you?

Yeah, that happened when you're young and somewhat, naive. I can say, things change when you grow up, and you know, actually sometimes the person who once was so chummy with you, isn't your real friend at all. And all that BFF stuffs were just stupid memories, indicating how naive you were back then.

I can't say I don't trust in friends anymore, because they're hardly a few counted as my friends. And that a few, only one is my best friend. Who is it? Easy: My MOM.

When I was little, I already how betrayal tasted like. I was nine, when the whole class boycotted me, for a stupid reason: Because I'm the monitor of the class. I won't say I got bullied, but something like that, yes. The one memory that is so clear to me is that one girl who passed a note to me and inside the note read: Even if you're a Christian, you're going to hell. I was quite surprised that someone will even pulled out my religion and wrote something that mean. I did nothing to them, but I did turn in the paper to the teacher. Well, eventually, they all hated me after that (PS: people will rather follow the girl because you know, she's pretty. And that's how life is, even if you're a primary school kid. Reality kicks in hard on your butt), and I can't say I blame them, that's it. But I did learn to not to pour all your heart and soul to people anymore, in case you got hurt again.

So, I'm quite a loner after that. I spoke to my mom only and well, I kinda like to be alone. I guess I sort of figure out that I'm really a loner. I can actually go on days without speaking to anyone and just with my journal. That's pretty awesome (you can try it if you won't go insane by this) actually, except my brother wouldn't stop bugging me for that.

So practically that BFF thingy to me back then was a huge joke, since I don't believe in it anymore. You know how minds are set when you're a kid, mine's too. Especially when I'm such a stubborn person. I can't say I believe in it now, but not entirely, except with my mom.

I don't really miss those days when I was all so naive and scribbled down "BFF" whenever I got the chance (or space) on my scrape books. Because for me, now, BFF is just a term. No words can really describe the real friendship you have, or once had.

Google Doodles

Almost every time I log onto Google, there MUST be a anniversary or a birthday or whatsoever of someone important. Or something close to that. And every time there's a new doodle for it. I'm totally like, whoa, that's sort of cool (I know it's pretty lame of me), because you get to know different dead people who did something really good while they lived.

Sometimes I got too bored so I just clicked the doodles and searched up the person or something. You know, boredom can do strange things to people like me. Anyway, some are really really boring to even look at, but some are pretty awesome, which you can catch a video or games or something like that. 

Okay. I'll admit. I'm weird. Since most people just doesn't notice or they just ignore the whole thing because the only reason they log on to Google is to find something. But all I do is just type in Taylor Lautner and see what's new (EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!). 

But anyway, sometimes when they're people around me when I log onto Google and there's some new doodles about someone who's so ancient that I don't even know, I just pretended I know that dude and be all cool... until that person beside me asked "what's the occasion and who's that?" and I'll be like: "Uh..... I guess.... it's someone important." 

That, is so very embarrassing. 

Anyway, I can still pretend I know that whatever dude when I'm all by myself (so no one will ask me that stupid question. I mean, hello, how on earth I know?), and pretend I'm so smart.(muahaha)

But it there's someone beside me, I'll just... you know, maybe I'll just pass and concentrate on Facebook. That's all. 

I Hate When People...

Sometimes I wondered whether I should work on the whole honesty thing, but really, it never ever came up to my resolution lists. Because, duh, honesty hurts a LOT. But sometimes it's really really really REALLY frustrating when people don't really GET IT. I know nobody can read minds (well, I don't count Edward Cullen because he's just a fiction character), but sometimes it will be SO convenient when people can read yours, so you can seriously cut out the crap of trying to find some way to reject people or something.

(While I am typing this, the word "colloquial" kept popping into my mind, because that was how the English teacher describe my writings. Whatever, I shouldn't let this bug me when I'm typing in a BLOG and not writing a "formal" essay. Duh.)

Anyway, I think if I can't voice up in front of people about what I really hate about them doing in front of me or whatsoever, I think I can at least puke in here. Right? (though puke hardly seems like a suitable word, but hey, whatever)

Okay, here goes nothing:

1. I so hate when people trying to pry something from me and my family. Well, for instance, how much does my mom earns a month. I'm like, hello, that's SO NOT your business. Why on earth you care how much my mom earns? I am the one should be caring about that, and not some outsiders. And seriously, one thing I can guarantee you about that is: my mom doesn't earn much, just enough for a kindergartner.

2. I really do hate when people is like all "Ooh, don't lie, I know you're rich." Maybe I'll smile on the surface, honey. But do you want to know what's on the inside? Huh, I was going "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DON'T KNOW A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT ME AND WHATEVER." on the inside. Or sometimes like this: "THIS IS SO IRONIC, I CAN HARDLY EVEN PASS AS MIDDLE-CLASS". Okay, maybe you'll still think I'm bluffing, but I so hate to discuss my financial status with others. Maybe in another year or so, then you come and ask me. 

3. I hate when people are being "oh, you're so smart". Okay, I know I LOOK smart (I sincerely don't know where's the logic about that), but seriously, I'm not. I'm just average, not too dumb, but not really that smart, either. Creative and sarcastic, maybe, but not smart. 

4. I hate when people want me to lend out my books. I KNOW, I'm selfish. It's part of my make-up system, so it's not like I can go and change. But seriously, I never mentioned this in my entire life (except to my mom and dad and brother. But they don't count), because I have tons of books, and simply everyone expects me to lend them. Actually, I'm like ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH DAMN. Yeah, it's true. Wrong, but still true. Anyway, the reason I'm so selfish or protective over my collections of books is because I bought them with my OWN money, and my mom doesn't even contribute any. She claimed that we will learn to cherish our thing by this, and well, she succeeded, I guess. I think since the age of eight, every book I bought I used my own money. One thing I don't get it, I brought all my books into the toilet with me (it isn't girly of me to mention this like this, but whatever, I already accept I have a glitch in my brain) and they still wanna borrow from me still remains a mystery to me. Hmm... maybe my books smell nice with my poopy smell. Ha!

5. People look over to see what I'm writing in my journal. I can't say I blame them, because well, it's sort of odd for something who stuck her head into a book all day. Or in papers, since everyday I will be writings songs and plots and whatever. I am busy, of doing stupid things. Or not.

6.People treating me like I don't know a single shit happened to me and my family. Hello, I bet you are the one who doesn't know the situation. Anyway, I don't care about how you think about me. It's me that matters. And my family. Oh, and God. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. Okay? Get it? 

7. People who said I'm immature when they're the ones who seriously are. Um, I'm not bluffing on this case, because if you claim that I'm immature (maybe I am, a little.), one thing I know is NOT to judge people, and that's immature of me? Hello, YOU'RE the one who JUDGE me, and you call me immature? Blah, I'm not going to say that YOU are, but go and ask your DAD. Besides, it's NOT my fault that some adults claimed that I'm better than someone else. It's not. They're saying this because they don't really know me well. I'm mature (according to a lot of people, but I don't really think I'm mature enough, maybe just for a sixteen-year-old.), because I know what to say in front of your face and what's not. So get off my back and give me a break. PLEASE. 

Whatever. That's seven big things that I hate when people trying to do to me. Anyway, I know I can't stop them from doing this to me, but hey, at least if someone happens to take a look at this, maybe they'll know how to act in front of me (which if you ask me, life is all about acting. Just that you're good or not). Or maybe, I will offence people with this. But hey, life's short to get upset if someone hates you because you've finally come clean on your blog. AT LEAST I don't spit into your face. Ha. 

So, this post is really no offence to anyone (unless you think you're one of what I'm writing about). If you really think this is about you, please, don't discuss behind my back, get it to my face. I won't spit to you, I promise. I can control my anger pretty well, and my saliva.