Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 10:50 p.m.
MOVED OUT.
I just moved to another site. As in totally, I moved all my baggage and
garbage from here. Here's the link to my new BLOG. - http://www.tabulas.com/~ayilee.
I love pitas. I blogged here for 3 years and I'm thankful I found this host. But
I think I need to moved out because I need more spaces for my eklavush. So, to
my friends and online buddies, please visit my new site. Thankies!
BROKEN
DREAMS
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Saturday, June 2, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 01:05 a.m.
Ayi-chan. the Artistic Brainiac and the Evil Schizophrenic.
Bored. Can't think. Brain's dead. Took stupid quizzes... which appear to be all freaking correct.
Your mind is a creative hotbed of artistic talent.
You're always making pictures in your mind, especially when you're bored.
You are easily inspired to think colorful, interesting thoughts.
And although it may be hard to express these thoughts, it won't always be.
BORED. rawr. I might go kill a cat later to go get some adventure.
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Monday, May 28, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 06:05 p.m.
Love is a Disease-Carrier.
Love is a disease and a disease-carrier as well but still people just
couldn't stay out of it. Oh, well, I just couldn't change the fact that people
love to be in love even if that thing could make them suffer from a disease
called "Heartache" (scientifically called katangahanosis
kasisus) Tsk tsk. And unfortunately, women are more prone to this disease
than men due to anatomical imbalance. The heart of a woman is softer than
of the man's and therefore more immune to the virus called "LOVE".
Well, there are two types of this disease:
There's the Acute Heartache--severe bleeding, internal hemorrhagic
aneurysm of the heart due to excessive use without using one's brain. It can
cause trauma or can be fatal.
Symptoms/Stages (may vary)
-first symptom would be a sudden fierce stab or squeeze at the left chest of
a person at the sight of one's supposedly faithful boyfriend kissing another
woman.
-excessive crying. Drooping, swollen eyes. A lot of sticky mucus. Insomnia.
Anorexia. Screeching like a wild animal. Staring blankly at nowhere,
openmouthed.
-Excessive discharge of expletives from the mouth. Repeated emission of
EX-boyfriend's name with a prefix "Hayup ka".
-Having sudden violent thoughts and killer instincts. Having the sudden
fascination of seeing blood. Irregularity of actions and thoughts.
-Encircling/ spiraling one's few strands of hair using one finger. Hailing names of
people one does not even know who the hell were (i. e. crispin, basilio).
Singing out of tune and dancing like an idiot (if your voice is naturally
off-pitch and your two left feet are congenital, kindly rule out this one)
-Having the sudden fascination on sharp objects and ropes, pills, raging cars
and tall buildings.
-You damn well know what's the last stage.
Chronic Heartache- like the acute one, it is also manifested with
internal bleeding of the heart. But symptoms and stages of this disease used
to stop at stage 3. Because usually, people who had suffered acute heartache and
had luckily survived are the ones who suffer this type. Chronic Heartache is the
constant or repeated series of heartaches due to a repeated sequence of being
dumped, duped and ditched. People who suffer this disease possesses a strong
immune system but has little brains because they have no kadala-dala.
They still practice that horrifying ritual of falling in love and falling apart
in the end despite their repeated hurtful heart experiences.
Treatments
Unfortunately, surgical procedures like heart transplantation or bypass
operation could not be of any help to treat these diseases. Heart therapies are used
to cure Heartaches but its effectiveness is not 100% assured. Most people usually end up
in heart failure before they could finish undergoing these treatments.
1. Think of your ex as the most despicable, offensive-looking, horridly
disfigured blah-blah-blah whapakk animal/monster/beast in the whole universe and he is
definitely not worthy of your love and you deserve someone else better than him.
(Better-looking, better-smelling, better-kisser!)
2. Make a list of his shortcomings and faults and even how he smelled
whenever he perspires a lot and farts like a monster and how pathetic he looked
like whenever he has an LBM. Recite them every time you feel like crying to
save tears and tissues too.
3. Avoid watching romantic movies. Avoid listening love songs. Avoid
everything that could make you remember of love.
4. Divert your attention to some activities like sports or anything physically
tiring and mentally demanding so as not to think about that piece of crap
anymore.
5. Seek company. Be with your friends who know how to make you laugh. Never
seclude yourself and make mukmok inside your room cause the more you get
alone, the more you will think about sadness.
6. Look for another love. They say, the most effective way to treat a
heartache is to fall in love again and be with someone who can make you feel
special (after being dumped... argh). But make sure (99.9% SURE) that loving
that person could not lead you to chronic heartache, or else, you are doomed!
Prevention
Prevention is way better that cure. So, here are a few tips on how to prevent
having this kind of disease.
1. Love yourself first before loving others. Self-worth is like
vitamin C. If you take this regularly, you won't be prone to heartaches. You
won't be that devastated when your relationship with a person ended and you
won't feel that pathetic and manifest the heartache serious symptoms because you
know your worth as person.
2. Do not love too much. Too much of anything is dangerous. You should know how to divide your love to your partner and yourself.
3. Be a good partner. In the first place, he/she wouldn't dump you if he/she
sees nothing wrong with your relationship.
4. Avoid heartbreakers. Avoid six-packed hotties with contagious charms, oh
phuleeez. Avoid those who have the word "Danger" written on their
foreheads (i..e. bad boy-looking hunks). Even if they are too damn irresistible (and
I know how such a torture is that), please move away and save yourself from a
heartache!
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 07:04 p.m.
Popcorn Time.
Itsy-Bitsy Spidey Strike 3
Finally,
I get to watch Spiderman 3 already after the long wait. And well, I'd
have to say that I like the first two installments of this movie series more
than this one. The storyline, the twists and turns of events as well as the
fighting scenes and the suspense didn't impress me that pretty much. Don't get me wrong.
I'm not saying that this 3rd part is a crap. NO. It's good but I just thought it
was a bit dull or maybe I just did expect too much from it. It was obvious--- it
was so filled with twists, like trying too hard to impress the viewers.
But too much twist might lead to ostentatiousness and that's what happened with
this spidey 3.
I saw it coming anyway. Superman 1 & 2 (Christopher
Reeve's) was so good and when I reached the 3rd installment, It had me stopped
worshiping superheroes hehe...
P.S. The venom (black costume) didn't only make Spidey bad, it also made him
look like a freaking fool as he danced like a schmuck in streets wearing his
rockstar hairstyle. haha!
My
First Wedding.
This movie isn't the type of romantic movie that will
make your cheeks burn and get you screech in too much kilig. Although it claimed
to be a romantic-comedy movie, I think being labeled as a mere comedy flick
could make this movie find its real cataloging. This is so, and I mean SO, silly
and funny! This is crazy and fun and it got me laughing like an idiot. But hey,
don't forget that it is SILLY enough to make your brain cells die.
As always, Rachel Leigh Cook (my dead-ringer haha) was so pretty here.
His leading man was Kenny Doughty. Kenny was Nick, a carpenter whom
Vanessa (Rachel) had mistaken for a priest when she entered a confession cubicle
of a church to seek help for her problem: she's been suffering a lustful
dilemma. Meanwhile, Nick was inside the booth fixing something and as soon as he
heard about Vanessa's confession, he became very interested. Soon enough he was
wearing a priest's costume and he carried on pretending he was a priest while
trying to nail Vanessa before she gets married in 3 days. Yet eventually, he
fell in love with her and he did everything, everything SILLY, just to stop her
wedding.
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Thursday, May 17, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 12:59 p.m.
What a Waste.
*Taken back from my archives.
*15 REASONS WHY I DON'T WANT TO BE A HOUSEMATE ON PINOY BIG BROTHER HOUSE:
1. I've no intention of being a public figure.
2. I'm camera shy.
3. I can't let people know about my family's secrets.
4. And my own secrets of course!
5. I don't want to get involved in an in-house romantic relationship that will more likely end when I got evicted and stepped out of the house.
6. I hate drama.
7. I hate pressures.
8. I hate fried meals.
9. I hate rules.
10. I hate doing those silly games(tasks) that just tend to make fun of me on national TV.
11. I've no plans to be have a showbiz career after the show ends. I don't even know how to act.
12. I don't wanna get evicted.
13. I don't wanna look funny on tv or be a laughingstock to anyone.
14. I don't want to knock down my nose, swab my ears and scrub my dead cells(hahaha) while massive number of people are watching.
15. At ayokong may camera habang ume-ebs! wahahahahaha!
YOU? DO U WANNA BE A HOUSEMATE?
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PBB is a Waste of Time and Money.
I am getting too tired of PBB2 already. that "balikbahay box" gimmick is so stupid. I absolutely hate it and I suspect a "connivance" rolling out. They're using that stupid gizmo just to bring back wendita (abbreviated Wendy-Maldita) inside their house. So as to rekindle that sickening loveteam she had w/ Bruce. Oh gawd, if they want to play cupid, they should have created a dating show instead!
I dont know if they're stupid or what. bringing back old housemates isn't really a fun idea. Very unfair and so freaking absurd. those ex-housemates had been evicted by people and reasons were so clear--they don't deserve to be inside the house. but now, they're bringing them back as if people didn't make an effort to vote them out? it just turned out like they just put those people's votes to waste. PBB relies from the people's votes aka money for their eviction process yet it seems they do not give a damn about what people want.
PBB practices monocracy though they claim to be democratic. ah, what a waste of time.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 12:53 a.m.
Anatomy of a Heartbreaker.
Handsome men a.k.a Licensed Heartbreakers are hell's sent. They were created by demons to make women's
lives on earth hellish. If you agree with me, raise your hand. if you don't....
G to the T to the H! (Go To Hell!). So Ok, before I get bloodthirsty and
practice men cannibalism, let me
welcome you to my class called... Fundamentals of Men Structure 101: Anatomy of a
Heartbreaker. Listen carefully as I educate you about the stinking
composition of a male heartbreaker's body.
Cute-styled Hair. Most
heartbreakers took their crowning glory seriously. Most of them wore long
fashionably-cut, tangles-free hair. They say, you won't caught a heartbreaker with a
messy hair. But that is if you haven't seen Patrick Verona from 10 things I hate
about You or caught Johnny Depp like this...
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I hated the fact that even if they go
skinhead, like Channing Tatum did, they still attract women like bees. Freakin'
stupid bees!
Ultra Expressive, Super Tantalizing
Eyes. Their initial operating gadget to hook women--those two blazing wet
balls... what are u thinking? I'm talking about their EYES. Nakakatunaw
tumingin?
Yeah, right. what they usually say... hypnotizing, magnetizing, mesmerizing,
tantalizing... are all true, unfortunately. Sa mata pa lang, kinakarinyo
ka na, and soon enough you'll find yourself having the pulsating desire to go through
more than just his mere eye-caress, shame on you. Oh and may I add that I
personally hate Wallace Huo's eyes. They could make me gawk like an idiot.
Sensual Lips. Killer Smile. Great
kisser. And in a tick, you'll caught up in an endless litany of what more his
perfect pair of lips could do. Oh, they could do so much more than that
actually. Those lips are also very capable of spewing out lies, sweet-nothings
and it could make you land to false paradise if you are a buckshot (hell,
couldn't blame you though). Drat Oh JI HO for having such a very purrfect pair
of lips that I wanna faint inside his arms.
Wide Shoulders. Broad Chest. Hot Arm
Muscles. Even their butts are badonkadonk. Whew. Do I need to
elaborate this? (translation: do you want me to get censored?) wehehe.... Buff
buff buff I'm lacking air. I need a CPR from Channing Tatum!!!
Six-pack Abs and David's Girdle. Aka the Hunk's marks.
See Channing Tatum's heavenly body above for more details. haha. Heartbreakers
usually have these edible-looking stuffs on their bodies. Dunno what's David's
Girdle? That's the line of muscle that curves from the top of a man's hips down
to his----you damn well know where.
And finally, we are down to the "biggest" part of a
heartbreaker's anatomy, his most powerful possession that is just too hard
to resist, his ultra-mega huge....
charm.
BEWARE OF HEARTBREAKERS!!! ; )
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Saturday, May 12, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 01:46 a.m.
Dealing with L-O-V-E, the ayi style.
I'd been a teentalker since I discovered the Candymag site. I think that was 2001 or 2002. i'd been an active poster-cum-pester(hehe, I was a forum-pest, i dissed and dissed and I didn't care but not all the time naman) esp. during the first few months and also during the meteor garden days. I stopped posting when i get busy. i tried to come back several times but everytime i did, my username & password used to be rejected. it seemed that every year ata they erase the whole board then they'll create a new board and members would have to register again.
I just tried joining again when i read about the teen blog awards but i don't post quite often just like how i used to then, until this day. can't sleep. got nothing to do. i just finished making my new lay-out for this blog and i decided to go visit teentalk and well, reach out to my fellow-teens wahaha... spoilsport. so i opened the browser and scrolled and hmmm... stopped to this category called LOVELIFE. haha. hmmm... quite interesting, soopah-doopah interesting. as in wohooo interesting to the mega-giga max!!! weehehe. jan na pumapasok c heart yngrid, the romance paperbackwritah!
I encountered several topics. teens clueless/curious about love thingamajigs. as if an expert, i joined their discussions and gave my love insights(feeling love-genius iwwww....), pieces of advice and well, share some personal experiences(I opened my old, musty love vault *sneezes). I felt kinda refreshed sharing and chitchatting yet at the same time, sad coz by joining their discussions, I realized whatta sorry soul i'd been for the past few years of avoiding relationships and keeping in mind that guys are all jerk-offs and will just make a box of tissue paper useful for my overflowing tears and mucus hehe...
Freaking Love and it's Freakiness Ever.
Ah, love, guys... it's my forte, I mean, it's my forte being a dumpee all the time. wahahaha! i dunno why, maybe I'm just too silly, or maybe I was just too unfortunate meeting guys with the same freaking faces all the time. and soon i felt so burn out of loving. which led me to my present situation--- alone.
well, being alone isn't really sad at all. i have time for myself. i don't need to think about someone. less-gastos, no-hassles. I don't have to suspect my bf having a secret affair with someone and soon I'll be charging that to experience all over again coz the outcome would still be me being dumped. again. wawa. haha.
pero ganun talaga. being dumped doesnt mean, you're ugly, you're worthless, you're good for nothing, you don't deserve the person. its just that some things are really not meant to be. it's just so sad that i always seemed to be the last person to realize that me and him/or him/or him were just really not meant to be.
Love is like a game of trial and error. a time span of a relationship is the trial period. when it ends, it means, you erred. sometimes we need to try and try (thus, the motto--try and try until u succeed) but as for my case, and thousands of people out there, we used to end up erring.
kaya ayun, i got pissed off falling in love. so I kind of shielded myself from falling all over again. so I could spare myself from repeating my love mishaps history. that's the reason why I am alone for years now.
Papables are Endangered Spieces.
kaya lang hello? I'm twenty-something. maybe now I should get myself a boyfriend again. yoko kaya maging dalagang lola. its UMPAIR! haha.. kaya lang... hirap na kaya humanap ng lalaking matino in this generation, where casual sex is like a fashion trend and cheating is a man's proof of manhood. this world is so full of bunch of cheaters, they're rapidly growing in number like gremlins. pano pa ko makakahanap ng bf na hindi chauvinist-slash-playboy-slash-jerk-slash-hayup. haha...
lets analyze it in figures: kung 80% ng lalaki, cheaters... 20% let's say na matino. pero sa 20% na un, 7% bading, 5.5% married na, 0.5% pari, 6% pangit. 1% na lang ang available na jowa-material! biruin mo un? wtf?! hahaha... ayoko na!!! SOMEBODY STOP ME.
oh well, since i have a passport already, i'll just go fly to korea. baka kc wala d2 sa pinas ang "mr. right" ko. baka kasi slit-eyed talaga ang "kapalaran" ko. wahahahaha.. SHUT UP, ayi. stop that kaeng-engan right now.
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Thursday, May 10, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 12:28 a.m.
As in whut?!
OMG... didn't really expect it at all. *totally bowled over. I swear I'm
really not expecting to be in. like hello? trip-trip lang pag-join ko. then I
found out just today that I'm included in the list of the finalists under the
category of BEST DESIGN. check out my entry named The Girl Inside underBest Blog Design here and vote~ http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/finalists
wehehehe... my scratch pad got in. biruin mo. I'm happy na rin just to be included
in the finalists. and though I'm not really expecting to win, it's good to have
votes pa rin so u better vote for me hehe...
Vote For Me Thru CandyMag Site
Click here to go to the voting site~http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/finalists.
You may need to register if you are not a candymag teentalker (forum member). It
will just take a short while. After you register, Choose The Girl Inside
under the Best Blog Design category, you must also choose one finalist
from the other categories for your voting to carry on. Then hit the Submit
button and presto!
Vote For Me Thru Text
Kindly text CANDY BLOG AWARDS THE GIRL INSIDE and send to 2948 for Sun,
Smart, and Globe subscribers.
If you think I deserve the title of Best Design... eh di iboto nyo ko duh?!
haha... Thanks sa mga boboto! muahzzzz!
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Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Let the Girl within out at 02:34 a.m.
A Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic Booboo...
For
Kat, her booboo nature was the ultimate sinner for her zero lovelife. Ang
pinagsama-samang pagkalampa, pagkamali-mali at pagkanerbyosa ang dahilan kung
bakit solid member pa rin siya ng NBSB—No Boyfriend Since Birth—Club.
Until
one day, nagising na lang siya at na-realize na kailangan na niyang makilala si
Mr. Right at kahit pigilan pa siya ng mga kabuntot na kapalpakan sa katawan ay
hindi na siya papipigil. Gumawa siya ng ‘searching operation’ for a
potential boyfriend sa tulong ng kanyang mga kaibigan.
Naging
mapagbigay naman ang kapalaran. She had been given a weekly supply of ‘edible
males’ that she could choose from. But it turned out that meeting each of them
was a wrong entry on her diary.
Pero
may isang taong biglang umeksena sa puso niya na wala sa multiple choice.
Ang problema, may iba na itong mahal.
Could she ever break away from her stinking club? O maging prospective
president pa siya?
EXCERPT
PAUL-ING IN AND OUT OF LOVE…
Kompleto ang mga kaibigan ko nang datnan ko sa disco
bar. Nakaupo silang lahat sa isang pangmaramihang table. I spottedCarmie, Rubie, Jackie, Norie, Romie, JC, Karen, and…
Napatitig ako sa tila naligaw na mukha sa mesang
kinauupuan ng mga kaibigan ko. Naligaw na gender din yata dahil sa pagkakaalam
ko, ang birthday gimik namin ay all-girls night out--JC is also a girl at heart.
The unfamiliar face was a guy. At nang makalapit ako nang husto, napagtanto kong
hindi lamang siya basta guy. Isa siyang handsome guy.
Handsome guys aka my waterloo. Immediately, my sense
of vision transmitted the message to my brain and my brain scattered reactions
to my nerves. In short, I was all set to undergo a panic attack.
Tumayo ang lalaki nang tuluyan na akong makalapit. He
was tall and lean, too. Tall and lean guys aka drooling factors. Napatulala ako
sa kanya.
“Kat, we’d like you to meet Paul,” nakangiting
pagpapakilala ni Romie sa lalaki. “Paul, she’s the one we’re talking about
na gusto naming ma-meet mo. She’s Katharina, our fashion editor.”
The
guy smiled, flashing his perfect set of white teeth. He stared at me with his
expressive eyes. Perfect smile and penetrating stare aka melting factors.
Nagkamay kami. His hand was big and warm.
”Hi, Kat. It’s a pleasure to meet someone as
lovely as you,” he said in a sultry pitch.
Lalo pang dumagundong ang dibdib ko nang dalhin niya
sa kanyang mga labi ang kamay ko. He kissed my knuckles without breaking eye
contact. I swallowed hard. Bahagyang pinanginigan ako ng kamay. Alam kong
napansin niya iyon dahil bahagyang kumunot ang kanyang noo at napatingin siya sa
akin.
“You’re cold and shaking,” puna niya.
Saglit na napangiwi pero agad din akong ngumiti.
Nakarating sa pandinig ko ang mahihinang singhapan ng mga kaibigan ko. Mukhang
naalarma rin sila.
My friends knew my hopeless case. Kaya siguro
“nagpaka-effort” ang mga ito na i-set up ako kay Paul. Pero hindi ko talaga
kayang kontrolin ang natural shameful reaction ko kapag nakakaengkuwentro ako ng
guwapo. It was like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Kung bakit naman kasi
kailangan pang punahin ng lalaking ito na nanlalamig at nanginginig ang kamay ko.
“I… I…”
“Mahilig kasi siyang magtodo ng aircon sa car,”
sabad ni Jackie na mukhang hindi rin sigurado kung puwedeng pumasang alibi ang
sinabi niya.
Napatango na lang ako.
“Okay,” sabi ni Paul. “Come on, let’s seat,
Kat.” At umupo na nga kami. I glared at my friends secretly. How could these
bitches come out with the idea of giving me twice a surprise this day?
“By the way, Kat. Friend ng kuya ko si Paul. He’s
twenty-eight and an engineer,” wika ni Jackie.
“Tell me about yourself, sweetie,” wika ni Paul.
“Ha? I… I…” Hell! I’m already twenty-six,
for Pete’s sake. I needed a boyfriend so desperately. Kailangan kong labanan
ang sakit ko kung ayaw ko talagang tumandang dalaga. “Well, I—”
“Si Kat? She’s fun to be with,” putol ni Carmie
sa sasabihin ko.
“Yeah. Marami siyang unique amusing gestures,”
segunda ni Rubie.
“True.
Nakakatuwa talaga `yang si Kat. She can all make us laugh without putting much
effort. And most of the times, hindi niya alam na nakakatawa na siya,” dagdag
pa ni JC na nakatunganga kay Paul.
“Even the way she speaks and her facial expressions
are quite amusing,” sabi naman ni Norie.
“Nakakatawa pati tunog ng tawa niya,” sabi ni
Romie.
To
sum it all up, I’m a laughingstock! “Thanks a lot, girls,” sabi kong may
sarksamo sa tinig na mukhang natunugan naman ng mga bruha at nagsitahimik.
“Oh, why don’t you two move to another table?
Para naman makapag-usap kayo nang sarilinan,” suhestiyon ni Karen na hindi ko
alam kung dapat kong ikatuwa.
“That’s a good idea,” sang-ayon ni Paul.
“I’ll get you two a drink,” prisinta ni Rubie.
I gave my friends a worried look. They looked back at
me with encouragement. Ilang saglit pa ay nasa ibang mesa na kami na malapit
lang sa mga kaibigan ko. I was facing their way, thank God for little mercies.
Kahit paano, maiisip ko na hindi ako nag-iisa at makakaya kong kontrolin ang
panic attack ko.
“So, aside from you’re a funny girl, ano pa ang
mga pwede kong malaman tungkol sa ‘yo?” Pagsisimula ni Paul.
That I am a very weird
individual with a number of incurable weird diseases? My
thoughts said. But I am about to lose it tonight. Ang parte ng sarili kong hindi
dapat lumulukob sa buong pagkatao ko. Kailangan kong tuparin ang birthday
resolution ko at ito na ang tamang pagkakataon para simulan ang pagbabago. Muli
ay binibigyan ako ng ‘fate’ ng pagkakataon, hindi ko iyon dapat sayangin.
Saglit akong tumingin sa mga kaibigan ko at nakita ko
si Carmie, holding a smile with her two pointing fingers on her cheeks. Ang iba
naman ay tila pare-pareho ang sinasabi base sa ekpresyon ng mukha: Come
on, girl. You can do it!
Nang lumapit si Rubie para ibigay ang dalawang kopita
at isang bote ng brandy sa mesa namin ay kaagad akong nagsalin sa kopita ko. I
needed a little courage from the bottle.
Ngumiti ako kay Paul pagkatapos kong simutin ang
laman ng baso ko. “W-What exactly do you want to know about me?” Shit. I
just stammered again. The bottle did not seem to work. Siguro kailangan pa ng
isang shot. Muli akong nagsalin at uminom. I was hearing hisses, most probably
from my scheming friends, but I ignored them. Mas effective magbigay ng lakas ng
loob ang alak kaysa sa mga kaibigang pinagtulungan ako sa mismong birthday ko.
“Your personality,” narinig kong sagot ni Paul.
Nang tingnan ko siya, tila biglang dumoble ang paningin ko pero kaagad ring
luminaw. Nakita ko ang kunot sa noo niya. “Like… are you always that nervous
and stammering?”