(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.
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