Thursday, September 19, 2013

The OC Guy

Cliff hates it when he sees his printed white shirt under the pile of his plain white shirts.
He calls for his mom, sister or whoever is in the house just to let them hear his tantrums about it.

How did I knew about this?
Well, he came to school with a not-so-good mood and then shares to his friends about what happened with this shirt. He was ranting here and there.
Who could not hear him? -___-

There was once we were invited to a dinner by one of our common friend.
I can remember him scolding a waiter because the spoon wasn't placed on the right side and the fork on the left side.
He even got mad because his ordered drink has ice cubes in it.

He is such a hassle when we take the same ride together.
He often demands the shortest among us to go first so that we would be in "height" ascending order.

His earphones got tangled inside his pockets once. 
Guess what?
He threw them out (and threw tantrums as well).

Oh how I wish I could throw him out to his perfect little world so I may not hear a single word from that perfect little mouth of his.
Sheesh.

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