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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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Life's a bitch, call me UGLY.
Life is a real bitch, one minute it’s good to you, the next minute it turns around and bites you at the back. You’ll never understand what really revolves around you until reality strikes. Just like a thunder and lighting, you often see it coming but never to bother about it until you hear about it. Life is like that. You know that it will somehow or rather never be true; however, you choose to avoid the topic; and when reality strikes you either feel numb about it or feel really, really HURT. Bitching about other people is something extremely common. Everyday in everyone life people bitch. Some say it is a form to feel more secure, or only insecure people bitch about other people’s flaws. The truth is, EVERYONE ISN’T PERFECT. Nobody is perfect, even the people we idolize or respect have their own flaws. We can only accept their flaws for who they are and flaws make us different from one another. Yes, it’s always easier said than done. I know it. I own it. “Words are free.” One teacher told me that. It’s true, words are free, all you need is a brain and a mouth, and you can talk or bitch all you want. “Sticks and stones may break my bones; but names can never hurt!” It’s not true. Yes, sticks and stone will break your bones and give you physical scars, but the latter is much worse. Names or words can be spiteful. They won’t give you any physical scars; but they would give you emotional scars; scars that cannot be seen. Injuries that hurt on the inside; a wound that takes a longer time to heal; and many times, it will never be fully healed. Being from and all girl school, people around you bitch about you half of the time. Being in a competition team representing my school, people too bitch about you all the time. It’s only second nature to a female to bitch. It’s in our blood. However, true friends always stay by your side protecting you and helping you along the way. They would reassure you that it is not true. But, it’s a different ball game when the person bitching about you happens to be a friend of yours who you never would have second thoughts about. It’s not like this scenario has never occurred to me before. Thinking that you would have almost healed from your previous battle, another sword comes and plunges into the wound, infecting it; making it worse. People have called me names, made fun of me. All of those I could accept because it came from people either I do not like or do not know or my competitors. However, it’s like history repeating itself of my first year in secondary school now reoccurring in college. Never once had people insinuate me of my looks. NEVER ONCE! Sarcastic remarks maybe, but never bitch about my looks and the way I am. I am who I am, and no one can be a judge of who I am, BUT ME. “Life’s but a masquerade ball.” Isn’t true? People wear masks everyday to hide and protect them. People fake their thoughts and feelings to protect other people. People bitch to protect themselves and cheat themselves of their own feelings to make them feel high and mighty. Everyday we put on a mask and fake the way we act and feel to protect ourselves. This is a dog eat dog world, a man eat man world. The social ladder seems to be the way to judge and live. Not everyone is the way they seem. Everyone just wants to be at the top of the ladder; the crème de la crème. No one wants to be at the bottom. The fact that the person who bitch about you behind your back happens to be someone you are pretty close with seems to make the matters worse. You weren’t supposed to know about the bitching. Truth is, the person is wearing a mask too; treats you nice out the outside but is actually bitching behind your back. What’s worse is the person was bitching behind your back but in front of your friends. As for the friends, do I really want to know whether they were to bitching about me; or just keeping mum? Seriously, do I really want to know?? I am sick of living in this plastic world that nothing seems real. Things that you thought you owned now seem vague. Nothing in this world is what it really seems and the only things you can treasure are really just memories and script plays of life. You are the only one in this world you can fend for. It sucks, I know. Hopefully, the friendship, TRUE FRIENDSHIP I have right now is true and not plastic, as I don’t think I’ll be able to accept another blow. Labels: bitching, life is a bitch, ugly flaws |
THE girl
 its me I dreamed a dream in time gone by. When hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid. And dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted. byes(:
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