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PANG ZHUANG YI
true enough. well, if i am not talking when you see me, it can only mean two things; either i am overwhelmed by someone or i am E M O ing.
temper is on the SUPERB extreme. try me if you do not believe in that.
if a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then is an empty desk?
no wonder my desk is always flooded. =D
31/10
Thursday, November 1, 2007 @ 3:14:00 AM
31/10: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOTHER! thank you for everything that you have done for me and very sorry for all the nastiness i have shown you. i promise to change. ((=____________________________________________________
i forgot to blog this for the post just now- 30/10. anyway it was too long. so i blogged it here.
after art, i received a piece of shocking news from someone. i am not sure if it is convenient to say who. but those who were with us will know.
oh man. why must you say things like, we are too immature to be your friends? must you say something so nasty and made me to say things to rebut you?
yes, we are immature but excuse me. may i know the reason why you have been viewing all of our blogs? yeah, laughing at our childishness and immaturity. we are too immature, but may i know why were you following us around? doing surveys of childish people and wondering where we go to? go home and interact with your mature friends, would you?
i feel that we are so much better than you, obsessed in the world of electronic gadgets and trying to act mature. there is no doubt that you have no friends in real life, but for your virtual life, we know nothing- as if we care. the people who you deemed as friends, or rather still friends, are because they are not the people who know you and your behaviour. basically, people who know you cannot stand you.
we have told you quite a number of times. you refused to change, not that we do not give you the chances. all your acts really piss us off. you think that we should do what you asked of us. as friends, we have to tolerate your rudeness, even if we have told you? if this is your definition of friendship, you are totally off the track.
you think that you are cool, but you are not, not only in my eyes but in everyone's. we think and we know you are just acting it out. cut it out. stop behaving like us. stop hanging out with us. stop pretending that you are with the immature gang. it is not that we despise you. we know that whatever we say, do not sink in that thick skull of yours. so why do we bother to say?
i think we are right to say that you are nothing without your electronic gadgets. yes, it may help you to become cool, but at the same time, make yourself hateful. it will only make us feel, "so what you have all these? you lack the basic interactive skills that a proper person should possess." a little bit more, and you will become a "zai nan" as what they say in taiwan. (zai as in house that zai and nan is boy that nan.) those who only stays at home, all day long, really never step out of the house, and meddle with the latest games and comics.
you are almost the main contribution to the noise pollution when it is quiet. you do not open your mouth, but somehow you just make a lot of noises. your pencils and the thing i hate most- you dragging your shoes. have you got no energy to lift your legs up and walk properly?
you are really alright when you do not act as though you own us or pretend to be cool. i think i can be friends, we can chat a bit about the nice phones and stuff. the thing is that, whenever we chat with you, you think we are very good friends and you will continue to talk incessantly. i do not like it. no one.