tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28664112519222999382012-01-29T14:11:42.194+08:00KaizokuYYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07751341484149806996noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866411251922299938.post-67809366627812152562012-01-29T14:11:00.001+08:002012-01-29T14:11:25.996+08:00TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:<br /><ol><li>KEEP your hands to yourself, please. I don't appreciate you trying to touch me at every opportunity that you got. It feels like an outrage of modesty. OK, maybe I&nbsp;exaggerated, but still, normal guys (or at least those who know the proper etiquette) don't go around touching their female friends like that. I may only know a few guy friends in my pathetic social life, but at least all of them know not to touch girls just as they please.</li><li>STOP trying to peek at my phone every damn time when I'm trying to use it. Thanks to you peeking at my phone while I was typing in the pass code, I've changed my pass code so many times that I'm afraid one fine day I'm gonna forget what pass code am I using, no thanks to you. Do you know that it's freaking rude to peek at other people's phones? Trying to know every last bit of personal detail in my phone is really freaking me out.</li><li>STOP trying to steal my phone. When I put my phone on the table, I'm ironically more worried about YOU snatching my phone away rather than passer bys swiping it off the table. Who the hell gave you the damn permission to take my phone? And every time I try to take it back, I feel like my phone is getting more wear and tear, even with the casing on. Not just my phone, please don't even take anything that I didn't allow you to take. Again, it's rude.</li><li>PLEASE don't be such a stalker. It's very unnerving when you know more things about me than even my closest friends do. That is just too much.</li><li>And ENOUGH with your SMSes. Why the hell do I always have to reply your messages on time? Do I have to be 24/7 beside my phone? And then you get mad just because I didn't reply you. Just because your friends reply you in a nanosecond doesn't mean other people do. And stop sending me&nbsp;erratic&nbsp;messages. You are causing me unnecessary distress.</li><li>One final thing - STOP CALLING ME FOR NO REASON.</li></ol><div>Yes, I'm a coward for not saying all this in your face, but I know you're gonna read this anyway, so might as well just rant it out here. Just being brutally honest here.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866411251922299938-6780936662781215256?l=desolated-mush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KaizokuYYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07751341484149806996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866411251922299938.post-23144431180823407422011-11-28T13:26:00.001+08:002011-11-29T13:14:59.123+08:00Gone for the time being.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866411251922299938-2314443118082340742?l=desolated-mush.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>KaizokuYYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07751341484149806996noreply@blogger.com