[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Monday, May 15, 2006
Perhaps it feels like the onset of menses, signalling another failed attempt at Project Stickbaby. Bleah! That's why I'm feeling like I'm pooped on these few days.

Perhaps.

If not, then it's YOU! You who ask me excessive questions, and then without a pause, you answer the questions that you ask.

I ask, can anyone maintain a conversation with questions? Yet, you can. You run Q&A capably on your own. Your victim cringes and twitches uncomfortably, but you just don't get it. Sometimes, your victim shrivels and expires in front of you and you carry on with your probing, poking and your boring conversation topics, totally oblivious - even the mossies die.

I feel like I'm being pooped on. Especially when EVERYONE knows the story and then you have to ASK AGAIN, so that EVERYONE has to hear the story twice. TWICE! TWICE!!! MY GOD!

And you lend new meaning to the word 'persistent'. Could you not see that your requests wear people down? Yet I still hope you'd ask before you take. It was only $1.20 'fish food', but I rather you asked me first before you stick your fingers in my 'fish food', as if a "I've not eaten this for a long time!" counted as a request.

Perhaps I'm being unfair, as with another, I may be more generous. Perhaps it's because I can't take your calculative nature anymore, and I'm retaliating.

I can't be left alone with you! I'd commit murder in my mind. I'd have to see a shrink. I'd have to sign up for counselling. I have to ask God for more patience to deal with you. I wouldn't be able to pray with a clear conscience. You're getting to me!

Gosh! If I've to be a hypocrite before you, then I'll remove myself from you as much as I can. As much as I can. Arrrghhh!!!


stickbabe [ 1:56 AM ]