Sunday, May 29, 2005
just saying that i might ditch blogging/ change the url soon. because i need to see my thoughts published in a single page but i have a feeling if i keep writing and publishing what i really feel, im going to offend a selected few... so. just take this as a hiatus for my blog.
Throwing you kisses @ 10:16 AM
tell me, if you talk about ppl behind their backs, should you be able to have the courage to say it to their faces too? whats the point of talking shit behind ppl if you dont got the guts to say it straight to their faces? if you cant say it to my face, then dont talk shit about me.
honestly, when you talk shit about other ppl with me, do you honestly expect me to take it all in without questioning it at all? do you honestly expect me to believe that if you trash talk other ppl behind them, that i wouldn't be talked about behind mine by that foul mouth of yours? sure, we all have our grudges and complaints but if when the time comes and you cant pull enough courage together to say it flat out to their faces, you shouldn't be talking. if so, you're nothing but a coward hiding behind your petty mouth.
gos·sip ( P ) Pronunciation Key (gsp)
n.
1. Rumor or talk of a personal, sensational, or intimate nature.
2. A person who habitually spreads intimate or private rumors or factswhether they be facts, rumors, or opinions. if you dont got what it takes to confront the person in question, please just shut it.
i dont deny the fact that i talk bout people. most girls do. there's not denying that. its a fact of life.
if you're a girl, you:
1. bitch
2. talk
3. cry
4. pms
"Everyone has the right to be stupid, but you're abusing the priviledge"the same goes with being a girl. you entitled to bitch, talk, cry, and pms, but there's no right you or rather we should be using that as an excuse to over bitch/talk/cry/pms. i have lost count of the numerous shout-outs about guys complainin about girls pms-ing. honestly. isn't everyone making too much of a big deal of it?
no, not just the guys, the girls too.
if truly, we are "supposed" to have one week of upset-ness in our lives every 4 weeks. if truly, it's only "natural" for us to bitch at everything in sight 7/28 days. if truly, it is a fact of life that we shall be forced to live in upsetted balance of hormones once every month from the day we get our periods... then think about it. if we live to be 85. we get our periods at 12. we get our menopause at the average age: 51. then do the math.
seriously, that's almost 1/8 of your life spent in misery. not to mention a quarter of the best years of your life wasted.
it isn't impossible to control your hormones. you just have to learn and i try. i, of course, am no master in this aspect. im probably a rookie to be honest. but at least i know my logic.
if you dont even bother controlling your pms, i mean, what a waste, just throwing 10 years of your most gorgeous time sounds like a waste to me.
and if you keep using pms as an excuse, i dont see any means to stop pms from taking over your life.
enough digression. its the same with trash-talking. just because you're a girl, and that what you're saying isn't completely false, doesn't give you the right to rate other people if u dont dare say it to their faces.
honestly, i cannot think of one girl in whole of gifted that you haven't critisized yet. of course, i've had my share of talking about people too. but if you dare me to say it to everyone that i've talked bout, i would do it. because:
a) i haven't talked about that many ppl at all
b) the people i have talked about, i noe agree with and support all constructive criticism
c) they're facts
d) they were phrased in a very constructive way in the first place
e) i wasn't back stabbing. least i dont think.
but you wont even tell me what you said about me even when i had asked you too. lily and joy can criticize me with open minds and i wouldn't mind. but you hid what you said about me and resorted to hanging up on me, dead in the night after i humored you for at least an hour in the dead of the night. so what did you say to sarah, what did you say to suz, what did you say to bree about me?? do you dare tell me?
what goes around comes around. eventually im going to find out, eventually all the talking you've been doing is going to get to you. im saying this because i still care about you.
you might say that im just talking shit. you might say:
shes such a doubled faced person. one minute she's saying im a coward in her blog entry, the next shes claiming that she cares about me. what a fucking liar.i dont deny it. but i do care. if i didn't care, i would be cussing my head off right now. im uncovered the rare talent that im perfectly capable of cussing the hell outta me recently thanks to my ever so understanding parents.
so either you cut down on ur talking, or make it sound nicer, or just tell people to their faces what you said to other people. if you have the guts to say it, y not say it to their faces? i do care, i do care, mel.
Throwing you kisses @ 9:55 AM
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on a side note, i was supposed to go to mike's lil movie thing (may 28) before rushing home to babysit (which unfortunately, caused me to miss court's get-together). but my lame-o parents didn't have the brains cells enough to figure out that by attending such a party, namely a birthday one. i would require a bday prezzie. they simply assumed all they need to do was drop me off at 12.40 what bull
so when i finally decided to activate the "on" switch in that brain of theirs, they decided i had 2 minutes to get ready. get real. 2 minutes?!?!? the fastest i can be is 5 minutes, clothes, hair, money and all (i was still in pjs and bedhead come 10am) so they screamed at me for the 15 minutes that they are home only to ditch me. woot woot. they ditched me AGAIN for the second time in 2 weeks.
anyways, thank god my dad had enough conscience to drive me to sherway where i picked up a star wars book, not the book of superb math problems or something like the pi book as i'd liked to. but it was good enough. i owe that to david, david gave me the idea. now, where did david come in? well, i ran into him at the bookstore, or rather he came up to me and informed me of my blindness. turned out i had stared straight at him and completely missed him. well, actually, i was glaring at my dad, and
"anger blinds you" so it all works out.
i reached the cineplex where we saw star wars 3. i ended up crying again. i swear, i cry too much. one of these days, imma get drowned by my own tears. it was sad though. i doubt anyone (who is remotely interested in star wars) has yet to see it yet but i wont spoil it.
after that, we went to dq where i had a chocolate sundae. taking a spoonful, i got a brain-freeze, "AHHHHH COOLD!" typical liam moment. at another point, i dropped my spoon on the magazine which is printed with oil and grime and muck and all. so i went "AHHH SPOOON!" another moment i'll never live down according to liam, dimitri and david. anyways. while everyone was gaping over the pictures mel brought along, i tried to call my dad giving him horrible directions. so as it turned out, he was "lost" thx to my terrible road sense.
but it was all fun, even the parts aobut me being half threwn into a garbage bin by david picking me up and the parts about dimitri and liam pushing me and bouncing me back and forth like a beach volleyball in the circle...
meh. it was fun :D it was just awsm to see everyone back from queens again. i missed them.
Throwing you kisses @ 8:38 AM
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