(65) Judge Judy

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dear mr & mrs bloggie…

 

Have you ever wondered who reads your blog?

 

The loved ones, the hated ones and best of all, the strangers. People from different walks of life… your future in-laws, your potential husband, or your stalker maybe?

 

*chuckles*

 

I may not have thousands of readers hitting my stats each day but that hundreds pique my curiosity.

 

Them who determine what they would like to think of me. As much as I don’t discuss controversial things over in this space (shut up, I don’t! not all the time that is), I believe many thought of me as someone not mindful of my words, well inconsiderate to one’s feeling I concur.

 

Someone who thinks she knows it all, even someone who disregards people’s reaction just so she can say her piece.

 

I have strangers telling me how perfect my life is yet a pity that I am nowhere within the reach of humility and some even said I’m not approachable despite my dry sense of humor.

 

Of course, having said that, I take them all in my stride. Justly, my words do sometimes advocate my character.

 

It’s funny when those who don’t know me tried to befriend me afterwards and tell me I am not that mean as how I am cut out to be in this blogsphere.

 

I just shrug my shoulders because face it, people just wanna see what they wanna see, only think what they wanna think.

 

This entry is not me convincing the world that I am a nice person; rather it’s me telling the world that I’m nice enough to convince you of that lack of judgment.

 

Don’t be mistaken by the façade that I put on because I always think that offence is the best defense and what’s a girl to do but be snide? I grew up with insecurity as my friend so spare me your leftover venom please. Don’t let them pale in comparison. Ok, see the last part I was kidding. But not all of you get it. Right. -_-

 

Come on, I have said what’s to be said for the best of reasons, who’s anyone to claim a higher moral ground?

 

Funny thing Anna, remember that initial stage you disliked me that much because I was too forward and came to you with nothing but criticism. We’ve come so far later on, did we not? I am indeed the most blur of the thousands of friends you own.

 

Or you Yaz, when I messaged you and claimed I remembered you for being an emotional baggage. Not the best approach to make friends but I must say, we’re happily pals now. Sarcastic still, us, but I suppose that is the significance of our banter, or bicker.

 

Oh, or you Lin, when you decided that the first time you talked to me you thought I was one action girl only to find out we’re similar in more ways than one. That I’m not so action after all. Kan friend? *stares rudely back at Lin’s sexy chest*

 

All I’m saying is it’s just ironic how many think of me as someone with a “mulut laser” (thanks to written words) yet in real life I’m just a girl-a girl all the same.

 

Sailorman thought I was a wild one. (So not puhleez) Drinking and clubbing was my thing. A typical alpha female. Those who know me personally would beg to differ because in a year, you can practically count the number of times I visit the sin city, or do the unseemly.

 

Sailorman thought I was a haughty brat (Nah uh) because my use of English sees me as a girl who talks the talk too much. Little did he know, I read more than I talk, more than his even? Hence, my ignorance to tactfulness fails to present me in a better light. Take pity please.

 

Sailorman thought I was a high-maintenance lady. (Not true.)Pleasing me was far from promising because the gift I received and gave from my previous relationship was not his idea of simple. Retail therapy’s my only excuse to happiness. In my defense, I’m only a girl so there. I am capable of saving money! Eventually.

 

Well, ultimately in the end you do sayang me after knowing me personally what…

 

And he is only one of the hundreds that read my blog on a daily basis. Imagine the others that must have been thinking the worst of me, be it the male/female gender.

 

Maybe penning too much in my blog gives others the satisfaction to scrutinize me. But think about this: don’t you think your poor lack of judgment kinda agree on a person that you are.

 

Before you decide to read my entry and place your verdict, stop.

 

I am just a simple girl with a vocabulary that of a bookworm.

 

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How nasty can I be?

 

*evil grin*

 

 

cinta

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