Si Cha-Cha sinisilip 'to...pero hindi para sa kanya!
I heard some not-so-good news about a person so dear to me. Some low-life beings wrote pretty nasty things about her on the walls of the comfort rooms in our school. She's still in college. I know she sometimes wastes some of her precious time reading my beloved blog. So this is for you...you know who you are.
Dear precious star,
Yes, you're a star to us, your friends. As you probably noticed at the beginning of this post I regarded the news as NOT-SO-GOOD, not BAD, not HORRIBLE..but NOT-SO-GOOD. Yeah, I know..I'm losing my train of thoughts. Anyway, take it from someone who had been through the same experience...people who can't appreciate you and can't do nothing but call you names, bully you around, look down on you or who are just plain mean to you, they are your angels! Why? Listen. Sorry, read on...
I have always, always been lucky with my set of friends. We were never branded the "POPULAR, MEAN GIRLS". Sure, we were once called the "CHARMED ONES", especially during the first day of school when we met our new blockmates. But people had always enjoyed our company (Keep your mouth shut if you didn't! Kidding!). We never ever made anyone's life miserable..(UNLESS, the situation badly needs it. FEEL OUR WRATH!!!) I never did, coz I knew how it felt.
There was this girl who hated me like she hated the dirt in her fingernails. I can't tell the reason coz it would take forever to do so. Anyway, she was kind to me. I THOUGHT she was. But hell no! She was like a slithering snake who would strike you from behind and poison you until you die. She spread horrible gossips about me. She wrote nasty, below-the-belt things on the walls of the same comfort rooms you can see yours now. Things like "Zara, you're fat, black and ugly." I resisted the urge to correct it and change black to dark. You don't call people black. Dark is the right term to use, hello! Those things started when I was in 2nd year college. And then I learned that my name also invaded the comfort rooms of our main library. At first, they did bother me a lot. Why are they doing this? What have I done to deserve this? So and so. But afterwards, I actually enjoyed reading them. I remember how I felt giddy whenever I entered the restroom. Everyday for the next 3 years I got excited when I felt the urge to go weewee. Why would I be affected by such things? Did she realize that by writing those, she made me a better and of course STRONGER person? Did it occur to her that she also made me 10x popular (not that I care about popularity at all.)? Am I that important for her to exert such effort and waste time and pen ink? What was it that made her fire up and be greatly, undeniably affected by moi? True, she was one of tallest in our batch (if I remember it correctly, she was actually the tallest.), she had this flawless, perfect skin, the body of a model. But come to think of it...what did I have that ignited such insecurities? Something or someone precious, perhaps..*winks* I knew who she was but I did not do anything about it. Well, save for the looks and stares which almost pierced through her porcelain-like face whenever I saw her in the hallways..hihi. Then maybe she realized that I wouldn't stoop down to her level, she just suddenly stopped. If she hated me that much she should have said it to my face. She should have not taken it on those poor clean doors while taking a piss.
My point? Laugh it all up! Who cares if she hates you? Sometimes, a person hates you coz she wants to be like you! Maybe you're so special that she envies you so much and the fact that she can't take your place is killing her slowly. Also, do not forget that these people help a lot in making you a better person. Love your enemies...Yes, it is still true!
Remember: Don't give up loving. Don't give up your goodness. Even if people around you sting.
But if your patience runs out and she treats you the way "Sadako" did, holler and I'll make her life a living hell! HAHA!
Miss you!
Ate Zar
Dear precious star,
Yes, you're a star to us, your friends. As you probably noticed at the beginning of this post I regarded the news as NOT-SO-GOOD, not BAD, not HORRIBLE..but NOT-SO-GOOD. Yeah, I know..I'm losing my train of thoughts. Anyway, take it from someone who had been through the same experience...people who can't appreciate you and can't do nothing but call you names, bully you around, look down on you or who are just plain mean to you, they are your angels! Why? Listen. Sorry, read on...
I have always, always been lucky with my set of friends. We were never branded the "POPULAR, MEAN GIRLS". Sure, we were once called the "CHARMED ONES", especially during the first day of school when we met our new blockmates. But people had always enjoyed our company (Keep your mouth shut if you didn't! Kidding!). We never ever made anyone's life miserable..(UNLESS, the situation badly needs it. FEEL OUR WRATH!!!) I never did, coz I knew how it felt.
There was this girl who hated me like she hated the dirt in her fingernails. I can't tell the reason coz it would take forever to do so. Anyway, she was kind to me. I THOUGHT she was. But hell no! She was like a slithering snake who would strike you from behind and poison you until you die. She spread horrible gossips about me. She wrote nasty, below-the-belt things on the walls of the same comfort rooms you can see yours now. Things like "Zara, you're fat, black and ugly." I resisted the urge to correct it and change black to dark. You don't call people black. Dark is the right term to use, hello! Those things started when I was in 2nd year college. And then I learned that my name also invaded the comfort rooms of our main library. At first, they did bother me a lot. Why are they doing this? What have I done to deserve this? So and so. But afterwards, I actually enjoyed reading them. I remember how I felt giddy whenever I entered the restroom. Everyday for the next 3 years I got excited when I felt the urge to go weewee. Why would I be affected by such things? Did she realize that by writing those, she made me a better and of course STRONGER person? Did it occur to her that she also made me 10x popular (not that I care about popularity at all.)? Am I that important for her to exert such effort and waste time and pen ink? What was it that made her fire up and be greatly, undeniably affected by moi? True, she was one of tallest in our batch (if I remember it correctly, she was actually the tallest.), she had this flawless, perfect skin, the body of a model. But come to think of it...what did I have that ignited such insecurities? Something or someone precious, perhaps..*winks* I knew who she was but I did not do anything about it. Well, save for the looks and stares which almost pierced through her porcelain-like face whenever I saw her in the hallways..hihi. Then maybe she realized that I wouldn't stoop down to her level, she just suddenly stopped. If she hated me that much she should have said it to my face. She should have not taken it on those poor clean doors while taking a piss.
My point? Laugh it all up! Who cares if she hates you? Sometimes, a person hates you coz she wants to be like you! Maybe you're so special that she envies you so much and the fact that she can't take your place is killing her slowly. Also, do not forget that these people help a lot in making you a better person. Love your enemies...Yes, it is still true!
Remember: Don't give up loving. Don't give up your goodness. Even if people around you sting.
But if your patience runs out and she treats you the way "Sadako" did, holler and I'll make her life a living hell! HAHA!
Miss you!
Ate Zar
posted by zara at 4.10.05
1 Comments:
mare,
sino tong hitad na tong tinutukoy mo nung college?
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