Yesterday, I read something that really REALLY annoyed me. But I let 24 hours pass before writing anything so most of my momentum’s gone by now. Instead of spewing fire and brimstone, I’m sitting here pretending to be diplomatic.
I have mixed feelings for Friendster but I admit that playing with the Bulletin Board can be quite amusing. I’m especially fond of surveys that allow me to give silly answers to stupid questions.
But yesterday, one particular post nearly made me laugh–not because it was funny but because it was *so* pathetic. I’m guessing that the writer wanted to sound cool, cosmopolitan, & brave. Instead, she ended up sounding self-righteous and downright bobo. I’d love to say more and squash her ego flat but the background story is something that isn’t mine to tell.
Oh, and for anyone else who might want to follow her example, if you insist on being the epitome of k00l when posting in a public board, just make sure that your English grammar and spelling’s perfect and that you have the right words if you want to use slang. You can be as idiotic as you wish in your blog but please save us from having to read your mess on our bulletins. Thank you.
Yesterday was the most amusing/frustrating day so far this week. Highlights:
A close acquaintance told me that a number of people are wondering why I don’t smile much while walking. She said she knew that deep inside, I really am nice, sweet, and lovely to be with (me: o_o). Then she added that I look so suplada when walking in public.
I grinned and answered that smiling constantly at everyone tires me, especially when I don’t know them and don’t care who they are or what they think because they don’t even bother to say “hi”. Instead, they form opinions based on how I look while walking from one point to another. I am nice in general and I always respond to greetings directed to me except when they’re corny pinoy love songs sung by random individuals just to catch my attention. I also refuse to walk the whole length of Faisal with a vacant smile on my face. If particular persons assume that my poker face discourages conversation, then it’s their problem.
All these makes me want to procrastinate in a BIG way. But duty calls. *groans* Back to work.