thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..
Manja No Work
U know wat pisses me off? Manja colleagues / ppl.
I hate manja ppl, cos they make my skin crawl, makes me wanna bang against the wall, marinate my head in sour juices and jump from the building.
The face, gestures..*eeek. Yuck. Just shoot me.
When guys treat me like tat, I just wanna slap them and say "Be serious a bit will ya!" or "Grow up!", if gals do that I really wanna punch them in the face and shout "Go home and complain to mummy, I dare u." or "Grow up!" or move a little bit farther.
Yes, I'm a nasty b*tch.
Manja-ness has never agreed w me. It gives me a lot of side-effects like; brain-jam, eyes-rolling in slow motion, mental-head-banging, makes my hair stand and scowl formation. It also makes me wanna talk like a californian beach dude..u know, that sleepy eyed, drug enhanced, mouth agape with saliva drooling dude who cant think beyond the next wave and speech not above a 2-yr-old. Yea, tat kinda look. Kills off me brain cells too.
Dun be manja with me, not unless u are a puppy.
"Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour." - Anon
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posted by M.E. # 2:24 PM
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