I am an individual who chooses to be unique. I clearly am not scene,
emo, punk, etc. I am me. I really dislike it when people label me as this 'Harajuku-lover' (just because I am Japanese[?!] BULLSHIT!), etc (because
most of them are basically just posers)--and I am anything but a poser. I am nice to those who show me kindness, but I can be a bitch. I like profanity for I
see it as a heavily-influenced form of self-expression. If you have a problem with me and you start saying shit about me, I will retaliate and will give you
ten folds the bullshit you attempted to throw at my direction. Apart from that, I enjoy playing Ragnarok and the things I like include intelligent
writing, fiction, chocolate, colourful socks, color in its entirety, and the character Donald Duck from Disney.
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I find it so rude when people just fucking ruin your morning with all the bullshit from the other day, the other night, or just some pointless bullshit not even worth talking about.
Also, as much as I love receiving texts, sometimes no, most of the time, their group messages just really are... filling up my fucking inbox. I mean, if they have so much time to tell us their life story via text, why not just BLOG it. So people can read it at their own pace, and with their consent. I mean, really. In a week, my inbox was filled with 500-600 messages (take note that this is only a fucking thursday).
Another item what I do not understand is why they have to type like this, "Go0D Mowning p0h,,," or like this, "xA NaLang p0hh.,." I would understand if you really had such a hard time in spelling your tagalog and english, but these people are fucking Journalism major students--people who we would be watching on tv, people who will be writing for our newspaper.
So tell me, how in the fucking world will these people be able to hone and practice their so-called 'skills' when they can't even type a proper sentence. Fuck me if I'm wrong, but whether or not it's just text or friendster, facebook, etc. your mind will be used to this. You will end up screwing your term paper at least once because you were too busy t3xtiNg LyK DiS.
So a little advice for not only those Journalism majors out there, but also people from the AB section, no, in fact PEOPLE IN MOTHERFUCKING COLLEGE--should start practicing texting and typing decently. It really is for your own good.
And if you're about to tell me your wimpy bullshit about, "What about you? You don't type decently, you keep cussing in every sentence of your shitty-ass blog." Well, you haven't seen me really write seriously.
Either way, if you want to try me, my grammar, and my "sPeLL!nG,,," then go. I fucking dare you. I'll prove you wrong, once, twice, even thrice. :)
I have class at 1 pm once again, and it is currently 11:13. I'd love to post this up on my blog, but seeing that princess and her router are not plugged in, I'd have to deal with this notepad. Li's bed hasn't been made, and neither is mine. Such a comfortable sight. I actually do like it when I see my things messy in this apartment. It feels just like home.
EDIT: PRINCESS IS HERE. HAPPY READING. <3