a glimpse on my cranium…

Here goes…

As of 2:21 pm yesterday, my cellphone buzzed signaling a call. So I answered it, and but then no one answered so I ended the call.

Then for the second time, it rang with the same number appearing on my phone’s screen. I left the class room and answered the call and said: “Yes, who is this please?”

The person at the other line said: “Ito ba si Catherine Gonzales Mones? Ung malandi?!”.

I was dumbfounded. Startled to be exact.

It took me a jiffy to answer and ask who the person is. But she answered: ” Hindi na mahalaga, ang landi2 mo. Ang kapal2 ng mukha mo! Kung makapag-post ka ng picture kala mo ang ganda2 mo.”

I was infuriated. I answered: “Why the fuck do you care? It’s none of your business. I can post nude photos and you should’nt give a damn! Why are you so affected?! Do I know you?!”

Then I heard her say: “Uy, ikaw nga kumausap dito, nag-Eenglish na e!”

I almost laughed. Haha.

So there, I finished the call and rejected the rest of the incoming ones knowing that it’s just some senseless sh*t and besides, I have class already so I set my phone on a n auto-reject call list so that incoming calls from that number would be barred.

Now now, I realized…

My detractors exist.

That detractor is beyond stupid. She’s an imbecile. She can’t even understand simple English.

What else dis I realized?

Even if I Haven’t seen her face I am so sure that she is butt-flat dog-faced ugly. Why? Listen, to whoever you are who called me and said those derogatory things to me, I would like to say: “Thank you. Thank you for making me feel like I’m the prettiest biotch in the palnet for you to feel that way about me. And also, for making me feel so dam* special for you to waste your load just to bother to call. Surely, you are an insecured faggot, because if not, then I don’t know what demonic force pushed you to call me. Yeah, if it isn’t insecurity, then I don’t know what it is. And so, if you are insecured with me, perhaps my hunch is right that you are butt-flat ugly.

Ooh, and one more thing, to whoever scumbag who gave my number to that whore, I’ll pray for your rotting soul.

So bottom line, was I, in any way offended? Hell NO. It just made my head so big for me to think and conclude that I affect you in any way possible. Not everybody has the potency to be noticed like me. I pity you, you know me so well, you even know my middle name, while I don’t know you. That means you are just a little, minute obscure creature pinned to big-as* machine with my name on it.

So as a gift to you, since you despise my photo, I guarantee that i will keep that primary photo for as long as you like. Haha.

Cheerios twerp.

Call me anytime. Ta-ta!

Haha!

~ by cathnirvana on October 6, 2009.