I’m happy.
Heck, that won’t be my topic today.
But seriously, I know what makes me happy – I mean the exact but general term for all this rainbow-y spongecake mood. Ewww. Gross. You should know that I hate icky, squicky feelings like that. I’m more like a… I don’t know, I’m more like a …a HARD CANDY! Finally! I have finally found the right modifier that defines me! This is a revelation.
Enough of the bright, sunny exclamation marks.
They make me sick.
What makes me happy is the hope that lingers inside me. The hope that I’ll be fine. The hope that my world will be fine. And I don’t know REALLY how this thing happened. Must be the Christmas spirit! I LOVE Christmas. Man, you should have known how lonely I was when my family couldn’t spend Christmas 2005 when my grandparents painstakingly passed away. (Chinese tradition, you guys). I have always believed in Santa Claus – even now! Kidding… Do you want me to spoil the whole thing for you (if there happen to be any kids ogling at my blog)? Well, St. Nicholas used to be like this gift-giving guy who LOVED giving gifts to the poor and the unprivileged. It kinda became a seasoned thing for people’s eyes so when Santa died; everyone started mustering crowds giving gifts to the less privileged. And poof! That became the widespread epidemic known as: Santa Claus. I’m not so sure about the reindeers though.
Oh P.S. Let me give a stupid lecture first about the word reindeer. I used to hate it when people used the word “deers”. Seriously, it does not freaking exist, stupidos! (No offense, I’m kidding). But there is an exception to the freaking rule – reindeers. With an S at the tail. So yeah, that’s it. I just …hate it when people commit errs LIKE THAT.
Back to topic. What was I gonna say again? Other than the fact that I’ve been writing nonsense posts these days about stuff like Jura(ssic) – enough, hmmmm I don’t really know what to write in my posts. I mean I got tons of drafts saved here. The thing is, I don’t want them to be all googly-eyed and rainbow-y. It icks me out! Seriously.
So instead of doing that, I just came up with this thing.
Top 5 Reasons Why I Hate Yahoo Messenger
1. The Emoticon Factor
There’s really nothing wrong with putting emoticons to your blog especially when you’re in a positive mood or just sharing a nice conversation with your friends. BUT when things GET convoluted, you don’t really know what this crappy thing : ) means. Or what this :)) means too ( look at it! It has a freaking double chin). It could be sarcasm, it could be cute. But it’s definitely killing verbal and nonverbal communication.
2. The Crap Factor
It’s a Saturday and you just got home from club meetings and some lunch. You open your computer and sign in to Y! Messenger to see if any of your ever-so-there pals are online. You finally sit down to enjoy a relaxing pursuit, I mean, it’s the Internet – the Big Big House of Everything…and then crap, Y! M starts to bog down! And there you go your internet mood is finally ruined.
Of course, there’s always Blogger, you know. (Just the cbox. I can’t sign in)
3. The I-AM-BUSY Factor
Your mom BELLOWS that the Internet is simply for research and E-Mail. Most especially NOT for chatting. But because YM is so addicting, you disobey. In the end, you know that she is right. You hate YM for corrupting your mind.
4. The Damned Life Factor
Seriously, you can’t help but wonder why people’s lifestyles take u-turns and stop at YM gasoline stations? What makes YM so magnetic? I wonder. Considering there’s really nothing in it than typos, smileys in a tyranny of false pretense, profuse stupid stat messages and what else? Oh yeah. Funny YM names. So basically, YM makes me wonder why it makes other people think their life is damned.
5. The King of the World Factor
YM thinks it’s the king of the world. Why? Because it eats up your computer in one freaking large gobble and then spits it out like Mean Girls-y vomit. DISGUSTING! Not to mention very b(don’t let me say the b-word please, it’s my favorite word of the season). How? By spreading bugs, spywares and viruses. Although I can’t really remember when it was (think it was summer) when my whole computer got virus-infested because of ONE STUPID OFFLINE MESSAGE WHICH CONTAINED STUPID CHAINED THINGIES.
They all didn’t know that the culprit was me because the technician truthfully said that it was a virus caused by my father’s CD. But in my heart of hearts and in my deepest deep, I will always, always, forever think and KNOW that it was ME. YM, I mean.
Heck, that won’t be my topic today.
But seriously, I know what makes me happy – I mean the exact but general term for all this rainbow-y spongecake mood. Ewww. Gross. You should know that I hate icky, squicky feelings like that. I’m more like a… I don’t know, I’m more like a …a HARD CANDY! Finally! I have finally found the right modifier that defines me! This is a revelation.
Enough of the bright, sunny exclamation marks.
They make me sick.
What makes me happy is the hope that lingers inside me. The hope that I’ll be fine. The hope that my world will be fine. And I don’t know REALLY how this thing happened. Must be the Christmas spirit! I LOVE Christmas. Man, you should have known how lonely I was when my family couldn’t spend Christmas 2005 when my grandparents painstakingly passed away. (Chinese tradition, you guys). I have always believed in Santa Claus – even now! Kidding… Do you want me to spoil the whole thing for you (if there happen to be any kids ogling at my blog)? Well, St. Nicholas used to be like this gift-giving guy who LOVED giving gifts to the poor and the unprivileged. It kinda became a seasoned thing for people’s eyes so when Santa died; everyone started mustering crowds giving gifts to the less privileged. And poof! That became the widespread epidemic known as: Santa Claus. I’m not so sure about the reindeers though.
Oh P.S. Let me give a stupid lecture first about the word reindeer. I used to hate it when people used the word “deers”. Seriously, it does not freaking exist, stupidos! (No offense, I’m kidding). But there is an exception to the freaking rule – reindeers. With an S at the tail. So yeah, that’s it. I just …hate it when people commit errs LIKE THAT.
Back to topic. What was I gonna say again? Other than the fact that I’ve been writing nonsense posts these days about stuff like Jura(ssic) – enough, hmmmm I don’t really know what to write in my posts. I mean I got tons of drafts saved here. The thing is, I don’t want them to be all googly-eyed and rainbow-y. It icks me out! Seriously.
So instead of doing that, I just came up with this thing.
Top 5 Reasons Why I Hate Yahoo Messenger
1. The Emoticon Factor
There’s really nothing wrong with putting emoticons to your blog especially when you’re in a positive mood or just sharing a nice conversation with your friends. BUT when things GET convoluted, you don’t really know what this crappy thing : ) means. Or what this :)) means too ( look at it! It has a freaking double chin). It could be sarcasm, it could be cute. But it’s definitely killing verbal and nonverbal communication.
2. The Crap Factor
It’s a Saturday and you just got home from club meetings and some lunch. You open your computer and sign in to Y! Messenger to see if any of your ever-so-there pals are online. You finally sit down to enjoy a relaxing pursuit, I mean, it’s the Internet – the Big Big House of Everything…and then crap, Y! M starts to bog down! And there you go your internet mood is finally ruined.
Of course, there’s always Blogger, you know. (Just the cbox. I can’t sign in)
3. The I-AM-BUSY Factor
Your mom BELLOWS that the Internet is simply for research and E-Mail. Most especially NOT for chatting. But because YM is so addicting, you disobey. In the end, you know that she is right. You hate YM for corrupting your mind.
4. The Damned Life Factor
Seriously, you can’t help but wonder why people’s lifestyles take u-turns and stop at YM gasoline stations? What makes YM so magnetic? I wonder. Considering there’s really nothing in it than typos, smileys in a tyranny of false pretense, profuse stupid stat messages and what else? Oh yeah. Funny YM names. So basically, YM makes me wonder why it makes other people think their life is damned.
5. The King of the World Factor
YM thinks it’s the king of the world. Why? Because it eats up your computer in one freaking large gobble and then spits it out like Mean Girls-y vomit. DISGUSTING! Not to mention very b(don’t let me say the b-word please, it’s my favorite word of the season). How? By spreading bugs, spywares and viruses. Although I can’t really remember when it was (think it was summer) when my whole computer got virus-infested because of ONE STUPID OFFLINE MESSAGE WHICH CONTAINED STUPID CHAINED THINGIES.
They all didn’t know that the culprit was me because the technician truthfully said that it was a virus caused by my father’s CD. But in my heart of hearts and in my deepest deep, I will always, always, forever think and KNOW that it was ME. YM, I mean.
I wrote that semi-post weeks ago, though.
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