rough drafts

i was under the impression that when you were completely honest with someone with the sincerest intention to make things better and to have such comment construct something positive between people that would be appreciated. i was wrong. i was crossed because i was honest.

i don’t really know what gets in the head of some *&%*&% i know who would actually go to all ends to either ruin people’s trust in me or to get sympathy from casual friends or both. well, it sure takes a helluva lot of efforts i guess to do that. i sure hope the sick fart was happy. are you reading my blog? i sure hope you are. you sure had one sick version of what happened. i don’t feel the need to cleanse my name. we both know what really happened. or do we? then again you don’t really understand what got me pissed off before. your mind was so kitid and IS always bent on having a name that was recognized by people. ( you never really got it, right? )i never really asked God for retribution. it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal until you started acting crazy. i could never really comprehend how that puny thing could end up blowing up in my face.

when you try to help people, some %&*%^% actually take that for gloating. when you tell them about your experiences in the hope that they won’t have to go through the trouble you’ve gone to, they actually insinuate that you are trying to show off how far you’ve gone. such shallow people! the world has a lot of room for these people so their population has actually mushroomed. and i couldn’t quite fathom what they could actually get out of that. one day turns two, failure to text because you ain’t got moolah as of the moment will be grounds for lines like "syaro ba sad, sa kadako sa sweldo dili maka afford ug load." for wanting something utterly important borrowed to be returned on time you get persecuted by having all sorts of false stories spread to casual friends. and the list goes on. is this how people ought to deal with misunderstandings? if caustic honesty is what bothers this *&*$&%^, then i’m gonna respect that and i’m not gonna drop names.

when you spend loads of time backbiting somebody, you shouldn’t turn around and offer, like, the grandest sympathy, especially when that person loses her phone. the line between backbiting and being concerned is really huge so the difference between the two is unmistakeable. when people get what you most desire, be happy for that person. don’t try to pull people down by spreading lousy stories to try to get people to your side. it’s so pathetic. and maybe you ought to question why you didn’t land on that spot. perhaps you didn’t deserve it? well, the fact that you had to blame the lucky person for your misfortune sure says a lot about why you never got what you wanted. and to actually mock people who give you the sincerest of advices!

when someone gives you money to buy a specific item, do so and be sure that money sent was liquidated. money doesn’t grow on trees so before you consider putting up some major charity work, work on your charitable deeds towards your roots. when you spent it on the wrong things, apologize. and when you graduate, work your damnest to not pester your parents. and when you are in another person’s territory, you don’t go mocking him/her by snickering some side comments like he/she would never understand. don’t cross me. i like to play dumb but the wheels in my head work double time. i guess i’m just mature enough to not patronize those nako dili ka level.

when you’re friend is down and slacks off a bit with their posts, you don’t condemn or criticize. you ought to understand and help. and again, how many times do i have to stress the importance of honesty! people will eventually get sick and tired of trying-hards. and when that happens… i guess i’ll just pity you. i won’t bother helping out. i think i’ve done enough. it was enough for me to tolerate all your manipulative ways. i even helped you out in showing off to certain people how smart you are. you got the credit for my answers. did i mind? i didn’t. and i still don’t. when you pretend to go to the same section back then, i just smiled, remember? even though i was sick to the pits of my stomach at how you tried to be someone you’re not. or more importantly, to try to be someone whom everyone looks up to. well, newsflash: respect begets respect. you teach people how to treat you. you don’t show off new clothes, fake documents, or whatever tangible status symbols you may have. credentials don’t mean anything unless you actually earned them in the best way possible. and pretenses don’t really merit adoration… or respect even.

$100 million dollars for whoever guesses the person that i’m talking about here!

~ by armednfabulous on December 3, 2005.