Blogging mode: BITCH MODE.
Purpose today, I just want to freaking bitch about fake people. UGH.
Scenario 1: You just bought an absolutely cute dress that conjoins a waistcoat together with a full skirt. It looks sooooo cute and lovely that if you could eat the dress, it'd probably taste like cupcakes with purple icing on it.
So, tra-la-la you skip to school feeling adorable and lovable. Then, you see your acquaintance. Ohh, how you hate that back-stabbing, 2 faced bitch.
'MY MY! Look at you! You look fan-tabulous, darlin'! ' she squeals in fake excitement.
You go on to roll your eyes - coated with jet black mascara and you flutter your long lashes to show that you don't give two hoots about that spiteful miss.
What the hell. If I don't like the way someone dresses, I wouldn't say it out course (that'd be so rude). But at least, don't fake that you lurrrve the dress the other person is wearing. Just smile if that person happens to ask for your comment about something that they are wearing that is just soooo not you, and just shut up. Don't shoot yourself in the foot.
For example, I don't go up to a person that's wearing last era's striped 3/4 leggings with ribbons and tell that person that 3/4 leggings are the worst invention in the fashion industry and whoever that invented leggings ought to be hanged, via tying the leggings around the person's neck, like a noose and stuff leggings with ribbons/whatever that's flimsy looking into their mouth and let them suffocate to death.
Being someone who's very stingy with compliments, don't come looking for me if you expect me to say something nice out of something hideous, like pairing a balloon skirt with a flowy top. (What are you now? A hot air balloon swaying in a mass of clouds?) UNLESS, you deserve some credit, then of course, I'll give credit wherever it's due. Other than that, just shut up.
Being in a new territory (From S'goon to Woodlands) and in a whole different school, I guess I've transitioned from a person who keeps most of her emotions hidden TO a person who doesn't mind speaking out her mind.
It might get me in freaking hot boiling oil for the comments or remarks that I make which can be curt or/and offensive. At least I don't pretend that I REAAAALLY like something when I completely hate it. Obviously, sometimes there are cases of white lies.
But that's quite seldom.
Then, there's another case of GOLD-DIGGER. No, not the pi-sai.
The money digger.
I think the worst thing is, the money digger would continually dig out gold from you because you have got no idea what's going on.
Okay, the way of getting money out of people in this scenario is just cheapskate and I feel irate because my situation was neaaaarly close to it but I didn't let the person literally take money out of my back pocket of course.
If that person did, I'd slap the hands and prolly give that person a dressing down that it is rude to touch people's rear. RUDE, PEOPLE!
As much as I'm over all that drama shit going on during secondary school, I've learnt a lot from all those dramz. I make sure that I'm not being preyed by someone for money. I remember my dad telling me this out of anger on some matter, "If you want to talk about friendship, don't talk about money".
Kinda makes sense because if you're just going to associate friendship with money, you're just being friends with someone because they are F.W.B, Friends With Benefits. Of course, I'm not saying that it is a bad thing per se, because (let's just face it) there are really friends with benefits. Maybe your friend knows the bouncer of a certain club, thus, you skip all the queue and just head right in etc.
Thing is, these sort of friends are better off as acquaintances. If they are friends, usually, something is expected out of you for all those benefits so you can 'repay' them back.
How fucking lame is that. Ridiculous.
Oh, before I leave, I just realised something today about myself. I've got OCD, Obessive Compulsive Disorder.
I just knew it today while chatting with Shaun and omagawd, I never knew I had it until he mentioned it.
I know I get really annoyed and irritated if I see someone miss a spot while cleaning the whiteboard/blackboard. Many times, I want to just get up from my seat and erase that spot off. Quite obviously, I thought that I was one crazy person and I'm sure my teachers/lecturers would have thought the same if I really stood up and ran up to the whiteboard just to clean off the spot.
So, I always suppress that urge to get up from my seat to erase the whiteboard by making sure that I don't look at the spot that has that unerased marker ink/chalk because then, the urge would sink in again.
Sometimes, I just get so obsessed that that spot isn't clean till I'd just stare at it the whole time until my teacher gets to erase that spot, then I'd get back to what she's talking about. By then, I've already missed out on the most important part of the lesson.
Well, I can't imagine if I were to be in class and I just stood up and say:
'EXCUSE ME, CHER. I GOT OCD SO YOU WAIT WHILE I CLEAN THE WHITEBOARD.'
Well, I have yet to read the full article on OCD but according to Shaun, he says that my behaviour is almost an OCD.
ALRIGHT, it's already close to 10 and it's pouring like urine sprayed through a filter.
LOVE LOVE,
SAM
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