Saturday, September 27, 2008

And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do.

Now Playing: Decoy by Paramore

Today, this girl doesn’t feel like talking about herself. In fact, she feels like talking to herself. Which principally means she’ll be asking and answering her own questions. Which principally means she’s a strange, strange person who still doesn't know the right way to spend a constructive Saturday evening. And you, most certainly, shouldn’t be reading about this if you wish to make this day a rational one, but you know you will anyway.

Why do you write about yourself in the third person?
Because it's different. And being different is cool. Very cool.

And do you think you're a cool person?
In the most un-modest, un-pa-humble manner, I don't think I'm cool. Because besides the fact that I don't think, cool is not the right adjective to describe myself. There are over a million words in the English dictionary and I'll rather be illustrated as quirky, spontaneous and playful.

You mean like a child?
Yes, like a child.

But you are 14 years old, right?
Yes, I am 3 days, 7 months and 14 years old. Can you ask a different question? This is getting pointless.

Okay. So, what are your likes and dislikes?
I love mocha-flavored food, apples, listening to drip of the rain, typing the very last word of revision in our research and books that put me to sleep. I hate being exposed in the midday sun, Joe Jonas' growing hair which in retrospect doesn't suit him, tripping over infront of my crush because I've stared at his eyes too much that I forgot to see where I'm walking and marshmallows. Come to think of it, I hate marshmallows that's been mixed with melamine more. I hate marshmallows in general, because all sort of brain waves rushes into my head whenever I chew it. I do like chocolate marshmallows, though. And Kung Fu Kids' Marsh.

Why are you so weird?
I already told you, it's cool. But I'll also blame my family, or Demi Lovato's grin, or my childhood years or our country's dwindling economy. But unfortunately, there's no correct answer to this question.

Is your title inspired by Miley's hit single?
Yep. Almost everything about Miley Cyrus royally annoys me, but I actually find this song pretty cool. Mostly because, no matter how many times she denies this, it’s about Nick Jonas—and I heart Joe Jonas. I want to marry him, and pinch his rosy cheeks all-day long even if his voice sounds as if he's being squeezed in a cola bottle.

You make me love you. :D

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