No, I'm not talking about the song. I was really sick, sick as a dog even. i couldn't breathe properly. my eyes all watery. my muscles, aching. my head was throbbing madly. ugh..
these past few days were spent in the comfort of my bedroom where i just ate fruits, slept like a bear in hibernation and be nagged to take my medications (even though i took them all on time.)
but you know what else I'm sick about? I'm so sick of all the nagging here at home and it's driving me nuts! I'm so sick of th prejudice in our society. I'm so sick of th media exaggerating about the crisis here in th Philippines. I'm so sick of long lines in the bathroom stalls at the mall. I'm so sick of watching reruns of my favorite shows over and over again. I'm so sick of the heat. I'm so sick of saying "I'm so sick". dang...I'm pathetic aren't i? (sigh....)
post song:
Baby, One More Time - Bowling For Soup
xox
It's easy to get away with those "little white lies". But what would happen if you go overboard?
Everyone's been there: Recess. You and your best buds. Gushing over that new TV show aired last night. Wait a minute. They gush. And you? You were busy doing something else. Oh great. Left out again. Now you sit among your pals, not knowing what to say. Then all of a sudden, all eyes were on you when you abruptly said that the lead actor guy is soooo hot (even though you don't even have a slight hint of what he looks like) and they all agreed. Coolness. You're one of them again.
So pretending does work. Then what? You're gonna do it again and again until you're stuck in a a sticky situation where you will be forced to 'fess up and then become a social outcast?!?! I don't think so!
See, people pretend so that they would be accepted for something they're not. I guess tiny little white lies are okay every once in a while but you should never, ever forget who you really are. Take my word for it. I've seen a lot of pretenders and how they ended up is not a pretty sight.
A boy and a girl were sitting on the field. He was lazily playing with the long blades of grass. She was hugging her knees. They were both staring at the sky. Silence filled the air. A jet suddenly flew over, shattering the silence for a moment. Then, like a ripple in the water, the sound of it faded and stillness prevailed again.
The girl kept looking in the direction the plane had gone. “I wish I had a jet,” she said, her eyes fixed in the same direction.
“Why?” the boy asked her, removing his attention from the wild weeds.
“Because it can fly gracefully through the air,” the girl replied, her expression the same.
“I’d fly for you,” the boy said, getting up he spread his arms and walked in circles, muttering sound that the girl assumed was supposed to sound like a jet. She ignored him, her eyes still gazing at the clouds.
“Then I could dive in and out of clouds,” she said.
“Aren’t you satisfied with the things that you already have?” the boy asked, sitting back down beside her. He tried to feel the fine damp fog.
“I could hear the wind rushing past me as I fly,” the girl went on dreamily.
“What’s wrong with the breeze here?” he asked her, closing his eyes to fully appreciate the air running its fingers over his face.
“I’d be able to touch the stars!” she persisted.
“We could catch the falling stars!” the boy shot back, throwing his hands in the air as if he expected one to descend that very moment.
“And I could meet exciting and interesting people from all over the world!” the girl continued stubbornly.
“How about people who care about you?” the boy asked, jealous. He poked her cheek with the tip of his finger.
For once, she took her eyes off the sky and looked at him. He stared at her tenderly, and smiled.
He kissed her. They held on to each other for a moment.
Then she asked, a bit timidly, “Are you saying I should be content?”
“Yes. And if you ever forget, I’ll just have to remind you,” he grinned.
“In the same way?” she asked.
He nodded.
The girl hugged her knees and stared at the sky once more. Another jet flew over them.
“I wish I had a jet,” she laughed.
What a word. Every time I hear it, the first thing that pops in my head are freedom, relaxation, sun and the beach. No homework, no deadlines, no enforced bedtime. No teachers to nag us, NO RULES and most of all, no worries. Pure bliss.
But what happens when all the fun ends and you're stuck at home? The only thing you can do is pace round your room, the bathroom, the kitchen and finally your living room, then you find yourself watching Music & Lyrics for the billionth time.
So this summer my mission is to STAMP OUT BOREDOM. After all, I have all the time in the world, right? I'll do something radical, something bold, something new. I'll try to find a part time job. I'll take piano lessons, I'll change my look (i have been itching to chop some of my shampoo commercial worthy locks). I'll even try to actually fix the complete mess i call my bedroom (shudder...)
Since I only get this wonderful break once a year, why not make the most of it?
It's always the kind, beautiful, humble princess that gets the strong and handsome prince. Boys should never play with dolls. Every girl's fave color should be pink. Reading's a bore. That girl who wears trendy clothes is a complete slut. Boy bands are still cool. Someone who wears glasses is a nerd/geek. True or not, these are just some of th stereotypes I've heard so much of.
I have to admit, I am also guilty of stereotyping people even if I don't want to. We don't realize that we actually judge others so easily. Stereotypes are all around us. It's already a part of our lives and sometimes we don't even question them.
Stereotyping isn't all bad. But once it limits your point of view, maybe it's time to step back and realize that you need to open up your mind to see that the world is filled with different cultures and unique people.
And so NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER.
When i have a problem, I try to face it head on. It's not that I'm being reckless. I'm just being straightforward, that's all. I really don't think that I have to make a big deal of things because my problems aren't as huge as global warming and stuff. Hence, the whole being straightforward thing. That's the problem with me and the rest of my species: I DON'T ALWAYS THINK RATIONALLY.
I try to apply that straightforwardness of min in my everyday living. Mixed with my instincts, I believe that I could get through any sticky situation. But there's no guarantee that everything would flow smoothly, right? Because whether we like it or not, there's would always be a consequence in every single darn thing we do. Why is life so complicated?
You know, I'm pretty sure that I'm ready for anything. Honestly, I'm very much an open-minded person. So whether it's paying up for a bet, a pop quiz or the sudden "cold shoulder", I can accept it just as long as it's reasonable.
My point? I guess that whatever life has in store for me, I'm ready. BRING IT ON!
This is my very first post! WOOHOO!
I know you're wondering: "Why a new Blog?"
- Well, summer vacation is about to start and that means a lot of time in front of my computer.
- I am actually saving a whole bunch of papers and it's about time i gave my yellowing, old fashioned journal a break.
- I would like to share my stories with other people
- I can't register a blog there at Friendster
- Plus I accidentally deleted my other blog.... :(
Anyhow...
These past few days, I have noticed that I have been in a LOT of misunderstandings and arguements. I don't know if it's just "them guys" or PMS. I know A LOT of people are starting to hate me but it's not entirely my fault! they caught me in a bad mood and the fact that they actually argued with me. i want to explain all these things to those affected by my bad attitude but i can't. Pride gets in the way. Let's just hope that they would read this entry.
So a fair warning to those who have read this entry:
DO NOT ANNOY THE CRAZY PERSON! (or suffer my wrath! haha!)
on I'm So Sick