HAPPY NEW YEAR or at least...

Well, it's been a long time since I posted something here... and I mean a LOOONG time, since I went home to my grandparents' house in Baclaran and sad to say, there's no internet in my uncle's PC.. WAAHH!! So I have to wait for at least three weeks before I could finally post something in my blog.

Thanks to my friend Mari.. for everything.

See ya later! Missed you all!

I finally tried Googlism.. I just got this from Mari.

It's really great! In fact, some of the fact I've found well really applies to me.. so check thiz out!

golda is appointed to the executive committee of the general fereration of jewish labor in palestine
golda is not a runner when off the leash and only knows one command
golda is attacked and killed by live roosters
golda is an older golden retriever mix
golda is an approximately 6 year old spayed buff girl
golda is survived by her elder sister
golda is portrayed as a strong
golda is so disappointed
golda is a 7
golda is rust
golda is now continuing her studies at san francisco state university where she is a pre
golda is a darling "benji" look
golda is a tower of formidable strength and dramatic conviction
golda is the new proud owner of sceptre #7
golda is also a member of the usa junior national team and is an all
golda is a very experienced player and will be a great teammate
golda is really a spy and the blackhawks are her prisoners
golda is right on the money with just the right accent and comic timing
golda is project director for po
golda is now a business development consultant for private postsecondary schools
golda is the managing director of chaffey's jetset and part owner of the agency
golda is mis
golda is a consultant in private practice
golda is the 1
golda is pretty cautious yet; leah has two speeds
golda is a seventy
golda is capable of doing right now
golda is the fourth new person joining our area in the fall of 2001 that is working on preserving the jane austen collection
golda is an easy going and affectionate cat
golda is in scotland
golda is a member
golda is too old
golda is always the butt of the jokes thrown at her by her older sister
golda is at the door and she says she needs to know where our iranian contact is living so she can give him a special belly dance
golda is a 7 year old female fantail with an attitude
golda is delighted with the idea and agrees to talk to tevya
golda is £2
golda is available to buy
golda is sinds 1969 actief
golda is currently recording a full length album under fullblownsoul
golda is a education major
golda is buried at elmore city
golda is with the naval surface warfare center
golda is a pretty chow mix who is only about 2 years old
golda is at the fields ertle petsmart
golda is bred to hmstd rodman
golda is a non profit association created in 1996 under the care of the french vehicle equipment industries
golda is active in the histadrut trade union
golda is also profitable
golda is vasfor´s pride and joy
golda is laibel’s second wife and their ‘small daughter’ is tzippora argaman
golda is portrayed as a symbol of dignity
golda is a 2 y/o boy who recieved severe head injuries when he was hit by a truck
golda is for the year of the golden dragon
golda is concerned
golda is a buff orpington
golda is in need of a loving home in arizona
golda is stolen 11
golda is in front of the sign
golda is gone
golda is still determined to try and stop the confrontation
golda is the best youth leader and pastor nick is the best well happy
golda is still with us
golda is a silly girl that is more than capable of soundly kicking my ass
golda is still right
golda is a yiddish name taken from the old english and german meaning gold
golda is gelijk aan die van de euro
golda is always fun to watch
golda is a russian woman who makes the most delicious potato latkes in russia
golda is an active member of the richard "dick" phillips bequest team
golda is my great grandmather
golda is from the german
golda is the german
golda is a florist
golda is sold in 1
golda is incredible
golda is standing in the doorway with charlie
golda is a roomy
golda is a beautiful
golda is a made
golda is the head of the electrical machinery technology branch at the naval surface warfare center carderock

Hehehe.. just try this!

I finally tried Googlism.. I just got this from Mari.

It's really great! In fact, some of the fact I've found well really applies to me.. so check thiz out!

golda is appointed to the executive committee of the general fereration of jewish labor in palestine
golda is not a runner when off the leash and only knows one command
golda is attacked and killed by live roosters
golda is an older golden retriever mix
golda is an approximately 6 year old spayed buff girl
golda is survived by her elder sister
golda is portrayed as a strong
golda is so disappointed
golda is a 7
golda is rust
golda is now continuing her studies at san francisco state university where she is a pre
golda is a darling "benji" look
golda is a tower of formidable strength and dramatic conviction
golda is the new proud owner of sceptre #7
golda is also a member of the usa junior national team and is an all
golda is a very experienced player and will be a great teammate
golda is really a spy and the blackhawks are her prisoners
golda is right on the money with just the right accent and comic timing
golda is project director for po
golda is now a business development consultant for private postsecondary schools
golda is the managing director of chaffey's jetset and part owner of the agency
golda is mis
golda is a consultant in private practice
golda is the 1
golda is pretty cautious yet; leah has two speeds
golda is a seventy
golda is capable of doing right now
golda is the fourth new person joining our area in the fall of 2001 that is working on preserving the jane austen collection
golda is an easy going and affectionate cat
golda is in scotland
golda is a member
golda is too old
golda is always the butt of the jokes thrown at her by her older sister
golda is at the door and she says she needs to know where our iranian contact is living so she can give him a special belly dance
golda is a 7 year old female fantail with an attitude
golda is delighted with the idea and agrees to talk to tevya
golda is £2
golda is available to buy
golda is sinds 1969 actief
golda is currently recording a full length album under fullblownsoul
golda is a education major
golda is buried at elmore city
golda is with the naval surface warfare center
golda is a pretty chow mix who is only about 2 years old
golda is at the fields ertle petsmart
golda is bred to hmstd rodman
golda is a non profit association created in 1996 under the care of the french vehicle equipment industries
golda is active in the histadrut trade union
golda is also profitable
golda is vasfor´s pride and joy
golda is laibel’s second wife and their ‘small daughter’ is tzippora argaman
golda is portrayed as a symbol of dignity
golda is a 2 y/o boy who recieved severe head injuries when he was hit by a truck
golda is for the year of the golden dragon
golda is concerned
golda is a buff orpington
golda is in need of a loving home in arizona
golda is stolen 11
golda is in front of the sign
golda is gone
golda is still determined to try and stop the confrontation
golda is the best youth leader and pastor nick is the best well happy
golda is still with us
golda is a silly girl that is more than capable of soundly kicking my ass
golda is still right
golda is a yiddish name taken from the old english and german meaning gold
golda is gelijk aan die van de euro
golda is always fun to watch
golda is a russian woman who makes the most delicious potato latkes in russia
golda is an active member of the richard "dick" phillips bequest team
golda is my great grandmather
golda is from the german
golda is the german
golda is a florist
golda is sold in 1
golda is incredible
golda is standing in the doorway with charlie
golda is a roomy
golda is a beautiful
golda is a made
golda is the head of the electrical machinery technology branch at the naval surface warfare center carderock

Hehehe.. just try this!

NOTE: Remind me to faint after this.

My legs feel numb, my butt's on fire, my right arm's painful and I feel really heavy.. I'm so tired.

Today's really bad. As in REAALLY BAAADDD!! Although my schedule's not that tight (My class ends if not 11:30, 1:00 in the afternoon, depending on how much lesson we've finished or missed), my friend Marj and I had to go to the National Library in order to get some materials for our DREADED thesis. And so we went, ignoring our hunger and the tempting restaurants. After a few miles, we finally reached the National Library--and from there, trouble started. At first, we were hoping get more references, however, not only do have to get an ID, but the whole place seems to be "unfriendly" in some aspects. We were disappointed, and went back to UST afterwards. I just wasted five bucks for nothing!

For three hours, we did nothing but browse for references.. It was so exhausting! No water and no food makes Golda angry.. very angry! Very tired and very hungry..

I just finished reading “Griffin and Sabine”, a book written by Nick Bantock. The story is about a man named Griffin who receives a letter from a stranger telling him that his latest postcard drawing (a fish and a shattered goblet) creates a better impact. Griffin was astonished by this remark given to him by Sabine (the stranger) because he doesn’t recall showing his artwork to anyone. He then asks her about her identity and how she was able to see his work (she lives in an island located in the south of France, while he resides in London) despite of their distance to one another. She replies, telling him that he has perceived about him ages ago; that somehow she can see what he is making. Griffin began to think that they might be related, or separated at birth, but his theory was later blown. Sabine concluded that they might have this connection that enables them to see each other’s works. They communicate via airmail, and that’s how they fell in love with each other.

Bantock presents the story in such a way that there is no narrator telling the tale. As a matter of fact, he used letters and postcards to tell the story. Through the dialogue of the two characters, you can actually relate to the story. It’s like reading someone else’s mail without the fear of getting caught by the owner. Why did I say it was a pop-up book? Because, aside from using paper, he used stationeries and envelopes to write the whole “script”. Impressive, isn’t it?

Back to the story, Griffin began to ask Sabine to give him a picture. She refuses, telling him that it’s just useless and asked him to come to her place instead; Griffin refused the offer, and wrote to her that this affair must be stopped since she doesn’t exist. According to him, he created her—and that made her very furious. In her final letter, she wrote to him…”If you can’t come, then I’ll shall come to you.”

The next day, these letters were found in the ceiling of the rather empty studio of Griffin Moss. Griffin Moss is missing.

If there’s one thing about men that I hate, that would be their “feel good” attitude. It gives me a bitter outlook towards them: a sense of disgust, uncertainty, rage, etc. To be completely honest, I don’t like being approached by men, especially now that I have an ongoing relationship with someone.

Why am I writing this? It’s not that I totally detest the entire male genus (why would I succumb myself into a relationship if I do hate them?), but there are some chaps out there who don’t stop and think that their “suave” manners might turn out to be rather annoying than attracting. Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t flirt with them. But there are guys out there whom I consider as major scums. For instance Mr. Bananaman, our antagonist in this edition, is a perfect example of men who can’t seem to understand the symbols. I don’t know if he is totally illiterate or just a pain in the neck.
Early this afternoon, my boyfriend (Lloyd) and I went to Recto to buy some cheap yet readable books. Since we need to go back to school before 4:00 (he has a meeting with ROTC officers), we have to move fast; we bought the materials we need and went off right away. We arrived ten minutes before the time but oh no, his officers were already starting the meeting! Since he can no longer make it, I went with him, introducing myself as his cousin to avoid suspicions, to explain to his officers what caused his delay (or “disappearance”; that is when we first encountered Bananaman.

Bananaman, whose real surname is Banana… er… Banani…. Argh! Whatever! (Anyway, he looks like a disfigured banana, so we would address him with the given nickname), saw Lloyd and asked him why he did not attend the meeting. Lloyd automatically introduced me to him and I began to explain the reason. I even apologized for not bringing him back on time. We talked for a minute or so, and eventually he sent Lloyd for an errand. After Lloyd left, he began to change the topic. He asked me some questions about my life and I answered eagerly; but inside, I started to feel annoyed. Then, he began to ask me intimate questions, if I already have a boyfriend to be exact. I immediately responded, “Someone is already courting me, his name is Aries (Lloyd’s nickname) and we’ve been friends for years….” If I were to tell this to you, you would probably get the meaning of it—that I’m going to have one soon; however, he did not get it. He asked me where I lived, and I told him that I live in Caloocan (but the exact location is withheld). And finally, he asked me one shocker… CAN I GO THERE SO THAT I CAN MEET YOUR PARENTS? Argh!

Okay, that’s it; I began to raise my voice at him. I told him that he can’t and he doesn’t have the right because he is a stranger and I’m already seeing someone else damn it! (Sorry…; I stormed out of the building and went to Lloyd’s house feeling offended and really angry. Lloyd, after hearing my story, went to Bananaman and told him how offended I was. Bananaman apologized.

In the back of my mind, I felt like I should have not just stormed out of the building… maybe if I had that inner strength of mine (or shadow skill as I refer to it), I would have gotten a sword (which is displayed on the rack) and ripped his eyeballs out; or maybe smash his head like a watermelon so that he would not be able to come near me again. Call me violent but the next time he gets near me… I’d be prepared!!

Got this one from Paula.. and it's sooooo cool!! Check this out..

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

It states here that I am close to being a paranoid.. No wonder why I rant so much!

Some people think I’m strange, while some believe otherwise. Many think I’m talented, while others think I’m just plain stupid. Anyway, to clear things up, here are some of their comments about my personality. Let’s see if it’s true or not.

1. I can dance.
False, how many times do I have to tell these guys that I can’t dance? I can’t even move my hips sideways. Sure, dancing may be a lot of fun, but it doesn’t apply to me. I’d rather sing than dance with my two left feet.

2. I hate boy bands.
False, I was raised in a family wherein they appreciate every kind of music. Although rock and new wave had a big impact on me, I don’t limit myself by just listening to those types. Anyway, there are lots of boy bands that I listen to as well. Just because I’m into rock doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate pop music. Just don't include F4 on the list.

3. I’m always sick.
True, there are some problems in my system that needs medical attention. It’s not that I’m using that as an excuse to avoid class or I am a hypochondriac, but these seizures attack in the wrong time
Presently, I’m seeking medical advice to find out what’s really wrong with my body.

4. I’m a lesbian.
Definitely FALSE, although I’ve been in that stage during my post-elementary and mid-high school days, I’m through with it. Yes, I hang out with a group of lesbians, I dress like a guy and act like one, but it doesn’t mean that I’m a total dyke. I have a boyfriend, for crying out loud!

5. I am pregnant.
Absolutely FALSE, NO! I am not pregnant. Although this has been a rumor since I was the least person in the whole third year batch who is expected to have a boyfriend, (see, I told you everyone thinks that I am weird) I am not on the family way. No, I’m not and I will never be… unless I get married of course. There are many things I’d rather do than get hitched early.

6. I am a snobbish, pathetic individual.
A cross between TRUE and FALSE, I am only cranky when you approach me the wrong way (just like Bananaman did in the last entry), but when you get to know me, you’ll realize that I’m not. I’m a good person though—or am I?
As for being pathetic, I have no comment.

7. I am weird.
True.

I have been judged..

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

I'll be in the seventh level of Hell.. see you there!

If you are so not familiar with what happened here.. check the Part One for more info.

Just when I am starting to feel comfortable of the thought that Bananaman has left the entire picture (and has stopped annoying me or Lloyd), he’s done it again. I realized that maybe he will be my arch nemesis for the rest of my life. Aargh! How I wished that he had graduated so that I can NEVER see his terrible face again. Hmmm… I guess Jo places second in my scum list now that he has entered the hall of doom (poor horsey!).

After class, I accompanied Lloyd to Saint Jude College to pick up his things he left at the DMST office (because it was their annual sports fest, I entered the building without leaving my ID to the guard). Since no one was inside in the room, we took his things and left immediately. While walking, Lloyd stopped to check out the schedule of events for the next day. As I looked around the hallway, I saw one demon coming to us… you guessed it, Bananaman. I grabbed Lloyd on his shoulders and began to drag him out of the building, but still he followed us. Lloyd and I stopped at the front gate and asked me what was my problem; and just as I turn my head to give him a clue, he was standing beside me! I kept my distance, because he’s getting in my nerves—one strike and he gets blasted to oblivion. Bananaman asked us if we were going home, and looking at his squinted eyes, I told him “Isn’t it obvious, you mentally impaired dweeb?” and walked away. It’s a good thing I did not lose my marbles at that time, or else I have smashed his skull and took his brains out (forgive my violent nature, but I really hate that guy).

I heard lots of rumors (from my boyfriend) that that moron has got an eye for me, and I don’t take it seriously. Thinking of it makes me fume with rage; imagine being admired by a bad-breath, bird-brained, foul-mouthed, fruit-faced alien? Am I a monkey? I really don’t know when will this guy give up. Just because he is the Corps Executive Officer (though undeserving, continues to brag to me about it) doesn’t mean I’d leave my boyfriend for him. I’m not that easy. I’m a one-man woman; I love my boyfriend very much that no matter how handsome a guy is, I won’t give him up. And lastly, I’m not into sexual perverts!

Today, I’m planning of ways on how to annihilate that freak of nature for good. In fact, I’ve listed some things that might be helpful in the days nearby. Call this wishful thinking, but if you were in my shoes, you might think of this as well:

1. Ask Jacques Chirac (that French president who ordered the testing of the nuclear bomb in Muroroa Atoll) to launch another nuke. Its target: Bananaman’s bathroom; I’ll just make sure he stays locked in the toilet before the launch. Hmmm… I wonder how will he look like when he steps out of the room.

2. Ignore him—he’s a loser anyway.

3. Buy a sniper rifle and hide myself in an alley near the street where he usually passes by on his way home so that when he walks by, I’ll shoot him—aim for the head.

4. Ignore him—he’ll be inexistent in no time.

5. Hire Battousai, Darth Vader, Darth Maul, Sidious, and the rest of the Galactic Empire to use their swords and dice him to bits. Better yet, I’ll join the fun. It’s not worth it seeing your enemy give up his ghost in the hands of your allies.

6. Write my own Book of Shadows and formulate a spell to “vanquish” him—finally, my dreams of becoming a “Charmed One” are coming to life.

7. Get the vampire Angelus to show his demonic nature and bite his head off; and when he turns into a vampire, I’ll immediately be a Slayer and stab his heart with a stake.
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8. Et cetera, et cetera.

With my options, I am just waiting for the perfect timing to execute these plans. Now that this “disturbance in the force” is getting elusive, it’s time to get in touch with my dark side. Move over Emperor Palpatine, your successor has arrived.

No, Im not breaking up with him..

It is just today is our last monthsary because we will be celebrating our anniversary next month.. Yay! Another year of hacking and really violent behaviors to sustain our relationship!! Great!

Bear with me... Im so drowsy I cannot even think straight!

*Jumps like a deranged girl in a pogo stick... gets tripped on a small rock.. then dies a painful death!*

Heh... all I can say is..


HAPPY MONTHSARY !!!

Got this one from Mari..


You are Purple!


What colour are you?
brought to you by Quizilla


and I thought I'll get a BLUE result.

I'm so sleepy.. however, I must finish this chapter of our thesis.. I have to submit the draft tomorrow..

Aargh! I hate making thesis!

Aargh for creating a new layout!

Aside from reviewing for my preliminary exams (i have a triple-header later this afternoon) and doing that darn thesis, I am currently modifying my blog.. unfortunately, my PC's gone haywire again and I can't create a better layout. AARGH!!

I was planning to create a Sanzo/Kenshin banner in my blog, but using MS Frontpage is one heck of a trouble. Maybe I'll just ask Mari to help me out (onegai!! )

*Gets her notebook and starts reviewing*

I'm so sleepy.. Maybe I'll just do the layout soon.

Aargh!!

I asked the Magic Magic Cactus: will i rule the entire universe? And the Cactus said to me; Um well, that really depends how you look at it, doesn't it. [click here to ask the cactus a question]

And another thing...

I asked the Magic Magic Cactus: Will I be able to annihilate the members of F4? Please say yes. And the Cactus said to me; Perhaps not, but it's fun anyway. [click here to ask the cactus a question]

I asked the Magic Magic Cactus: When will I get rich? And the Cactus said to me; YES! YES YES YES! [click here to ask the cactus a question]

Aargh!

Leche!

I just had a really bad day and I really want to rant. Someone I know just pissed me off and made me feel like I'm useless though in reality I'm trying to drag my butt to finish this darn paperwork.

Hmm.. maybe I'll just spare everyone the details.

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Anyway, to that person, here's what I have to say to her (excuse me if I have to speak in Tagalog):

"Leche! Naiinis na ko! I've had enough of you! I'm doing my best to finish this darn chapter of our thesis, tapos sasabihin mo sa kin na kukunin mo na yung mga materials para gawin ang "thesis" mo? Leche ka! Kala mo kung sino kang sosyalera na matapos akong magpakamatay gawin ang introduction na di mo masimulan, heto ka at nag-iinarte.
I understand that we have a deadline and this paper's already overdue, but can you imagine how many pages do I have to read just to formulate what I have to write?
I know, we need the money so that you can go to Tarlac without spending any cent, can you imagine the hell I've been through these past few weeks? I might feel sorry after writing this, but what the hell? Why do you have to be so self-centered, craving for attention and recognition? I'm sorry but I'm not that ambitious! I know our thesis is for the benefit of the Aetas, but do you think our suggestions and conclusions can be enacted immediately? Who do you think you are, Saddam Hussein?
Eto ako ngayon sa bahay ng pinsan ko sa Valenzuela, nakikigamit ng computer, para lang makapag-internet at tapusin ang "thesis" mo na inaangkin mo na ngayon. Ibibigay ko sa yo lahat ng gamit, wag kang mag-alala Happy now?"

Aargh! I hope she reads this.

I've just created RantZone, a community dedicated to all ranters or to mere folks who just want to write about anything. You can also kill that person you hate by just posting your rants.

If you'd like to join, just click here

I'm still waiting for members, though.. hope you join.

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who joined RantZone. I hope you find ranting as one of the best hobbies, less stressful and more bloodcurdling.

For those who haven't joined yet, feel free to do so. Enjoy!

Long Live The Ranters! Ranting Rulez!!

<----- weird

I'm feeling okay right now, Thanks for making me feel better after that last entry. By the way, I also have a LiveJournal account, although I haven't done much about it yet, feel free to add your comments and hate messages there... as soon as I write a more decent entry.

You can view my senseless journal by clicking HERE

Hmmm.. *looks at title*

After that ranting I did yesterday, I started thinking.. "WHAT IF SCHOOL IS A WRESTLING ARENA?"

Steve Austin.. I Heart You!

<---- going nuts

You might find this astute.. well, What the hell? It's no secret to all my peepz in my Friendster account that I am a WWE fan (because of the whole profile thingie), and although it's common knowledge that the whole wrestling fiasco is scripted, the thought of a school converted into a wrestling arena is kinda.. well.. more astute than ever.

Think MUCHA LUCHA.. or uhm BAKI, the Grappler? er..

So, without further ado, here are some of the ideas my stupid braincells formulated..

If School Were A Wrestling Arena...

1. I can beat the crap out of everyone without any member of the authorities stopping me.

2. The highest honor would include being known as a WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.

3. Instead of written exams, there will be an Elimination Match.. or better yet.. a Royal Rumble.

4. The only thing you have to be concerned is to avoid tapping out, being thrown out of the ring or being pinned by your worst enemy.

5. There will be more reasons for you to change your outfits due to those cloth-ripping you have to endure within the match.

6. You have to workout all the time to create your own "special" move.

7. Your bestfriend will be your Tag Team Partner.

8. You can talk trash or curse somebody and have your fans join you on trash-talking your enemy.

9. You can wave your middle finger in the air without anyone caring about it.

10. You can kick someone's ass!!

And so on and so forth...

Speaking of kicking someone's ass and raging hormones.. I gotta go beat the hell out of someone.

The perks of being a latecomer.

I was late for my first class today, blame it on my alarm clock.. I swear I put new batteries on it, but for some reasons, it did not ring.

As for now.. my mind's still empty, my stomach's grumbling and I'm totally screwed.

I'll just update later, when I get to kick someone's ass.!

So much for being a latecomer.

It's the second time that I've been late for this week (and the NTH time in my entire school life), thanks to my dysfunctional alarm clock that I don't know if it's possessed by some malevolent spirits because no matter where I throw it, it just keeps on coming back to my drawer... (ooh.. Ripley!)

Anyway, I'm just lucky that our professor wasn't around, or else I might consider dropping my subject for good. Although we only have shortened class periods due to the faculty meeting, I wasn't feeling well.. I don't know if it's nature calling me or I'm just hungry.

After class was over, I went to a nearby computer shop to meet my boyfriend.. where I became really pissed. I was crossing the street when this moron stared at me for a long time, but I ignored him and continued to walk. Just as I passed him by, he called me and said "Hey Sexy!". Grrr... I continued walking.. and waved my middle finger in the air!

aaargh.. catch ya later!