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

Labels:

posted by M.E.  # 2:24 PM
Comments: Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]





<< Home

Archives

May 2005  
June 2005  
July 2005  
August 2005  
September 2005  
November 2005  
March 2006  
April 2006  
May 2006  
June 2006  
July 2006  
August 2006  
September 2006  
October 2006  
November 2006  
December 2006  
February 2007  
March 2007  
April 2007  
May 2007  
June 2007  
July 2007  
August 2007  
September 2007  
October 2007  
November 2007  
December 2007  
January 2008  
February 2008  
March 2008  
April 2008  
May 2008  
June 2008  

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?  Subscribe to Posts [Atom]