You can say anything you want.

I haven't been in a good mood lately, so kindly try not to piss me off. I might say things to you that I mean at that current point of time.

You're lucky I even gave you a heads up. Usually, I just lose it and lash out.

If you listen to RED fm more than the other radio stations (which I highly doubt), you would have come across listening to this song by Ani DiFranco called 32 Flavours. The radio version isn't as good as the original one...it's somewhat shorter. Anyway, this song sums up everything I've feeling about people around me lately.


Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you're going to get hungry
And eat most of the words you just said

Both my parents taught me about good will
And I have done well by their names
Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
Is more than I can explain
Still there's many
Who've turned out their porch lights
Just so I would think they were not home
And hid in the dark of their windows
Til I'd passed and left them alone

And god help you if you are an ugly girl
Cause too pretty is also your doom
Cuz everyone harbors a secret hatred
For the prettiest girl in the room
And god help you if you are a phoenix
And you dare to rise up from the ash
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
While you are just flying past

I never tried to give my life meaning
By demeaning you
And I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
No, I will never be a saint
But I will always say

Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you're starving
And eating all of the words you said


Say what you will to me, but remember.
One day, you'll get hungry and you would have to eat your words.
You might just choke on them too.


I just want to say this though: Just because I don't say much, it doesn't mean you can walk all over me and call me names. I know my parents tell me to be nice to everyone I meet because everyone has a good side at the end of the day, but seriously?

Don't push your luck.



Skizzy, Theobroma. Next week confirmed. Yes.