Thursday, March 15, 2007
[Waiting in Vain @
Just had a random chit-chat with two friends I sit together during English class today (mostly me butting in after I got bored from reading Wuthering Height for like, 40 mins), and ta-da! Guess what, they say that I'm cold. Actually, M said that, but nice H actually defended me by saying that I'm not that cold, yeah, not THAT cold. And since I'm using the new blogger, I have no idea how to formal my fonts, I can't see any fricking html or font choosing here!
M also said that I have a bad temper, and lacking manners (which I digress; I call is brutal honesty or tactless bluntness), which I rebutted by saying that it's intentional since I don't like people messing with me. Which is true; since that incident with my god wretched sis in law, something just snapped inside me, and now I can't be bothered to act polite anymore. Either you move, or get shoved out of the way. Sometimes I regret this change in my personality too, but eh, I feel comfortable in my new skin now. If people don't like the way I act, don't come close.
M sayeth: The reason you don't have any best friend is because you never let anyone get close to you.
Me: *black look* Whaaat?
Me -> Cold, unapproachable, bad temper.
Meh, you think I'd back away with that? Of course I was able to give my reason of 'closing' myself (without even knowing I did that, surprise!) with some complicated psychological reason I conjured on the spot which might or might not be true. Depends on my mood. And it changes a lot.
OK, back to English class, after that, the three of us was absorbed in this cold and warm discussion. Me being cold, and other people being warm. I made some jokes about temperature at this point, and H started laughing like nobody's bussiness. Of course I escalated it more by acting out a scene with M from 'Wuthering Heights', involving a guy and his love and how they accuse each other of despising the other. (Me: I love you, my beloved, but you! M: No, YOU despise me!) H actually had to make us stop because she said she's going to choke on her water if I continue.
Well, anyways, I said that despite being cold, I'm nice. M scoffed, but H once again defended me by saying, "Yes, she is nice you know". I'm utterly grateful of her, I shall remain a nice, cold girl instead of a mean, cold one. The former is always better. I love you.
Pardon me, now I need to train myself to remain poker faced always.
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