You know the story, of a girl who meets this boy in some random circumstance, and then they’d finally get to know each other in not so random circumstances. They spend time together; in and out of the school, alone or in a group. You predict that they’d sooner or later get to like each other. The boy being a cowardly flirt who tends to not so gentlemanly end something and incessantly leaves without a word, and the girl being a toughie who is domesticated by the feelings she bears within right from “C---” to “V----” then after everything has perished, let loose the bitter sometimes pathetic fighter within.
You know how the story would end—in an insurgence—a chaotic whirlwind of deep emotions from doubts of sincerity to unanswered queries.
Then the boy sees happy ever after with another girl he meets in another random circumstance. At the height of the deceived girl’s realization of how genuine her interest is in him, the boy found a new girl. Then the girl he betrayed thinks about how disgusted she feels about the girl that she sees looking in the mirror and how ugly the boy made her feel. She calls him names, wish him bad karma, and think evil thoughts, yet at the end of the day, she is haunted by her conscience, and so she feels sorry. She couldn’t sleep well because of too much sin in a day. That is her method to her madness.
She said in a lot of conversations she’d use her head over her heart. She swore she’d never let anyone abuse her in any aspect. She is strong, mannish, and unshakable. She is a fighter. And so it was hard for her to accept certain things. Certain things like how he has his own ways in firmly disrespecting the girl despite the obvious things, though some people belittle, but for both of them; for that boy who knows how the girl deals with things, are big leaps as to how that girl expresses her personal feelings.
She didn’t realize what she was becoming. She learned a side of her that she hasn’t known until then. She didn’t like it.
Still, the story ends in an insurgence. That girl gets angry and gets eaten up by her remorse to that boy.
But come to think of it, all of it wouldn’t have happened if she wasn’t stupid enough not to know the things that boy is capable of doing and if she didn’t act as if she was blind not to see the things laid in front of her. She trusted and believed him. She had faith in him, in them, in everything. So in the end, both of them are the ones to blame.
She wakes up and lives every day thanking her one and only God above that when everything ended, she still has her sanity and respect for herself. She now loves her self more than ever and learns that no person can make her feel bad without her consent. She wishes that she would be the last person the boy would ever play with. She thinks that it’s high time the boy learn the tricks of the game because she herself has already did.
And then the story ends.
***First posted this on my fb account last Saturday, 06-27-2009
You know how the story would end—in an insurgence—a chaotic whirlwind of deep emotions from doubts of sincerity to unanswered queries.
Then the boy sees happy ever after with another girl he meets in another random circumstance. At the height of the deceived girl’s realization of how genuine her interest is in him, the boy found a new girl. Then the girl he betrayed thinks about how disgusted she feels about the girl that she sees looking in the mirror and how ugly the boy made her feel. She calls him names, wish him bad karma, and think evil thoughts, yet at the end of the day, she is haunted by her conscience, and so she feels sorry. She couldn’t sleep well because of too much sin in a day. That is her method to her madness.
She said in a lot of conversations she’d use her head over her heart. She swore she’d never let anyone abuse her in any aspect. She is strong, mannish, and unshakable. She is a fighter. And so it was hard for her to accept certain things. Certain things like how he has his own ways in firmly disrespecting the girl despite the obvious things, though some people belittle, but for both of them; for that boy who knows how the girl deals with things, are big leaps as to how that girl expresses her personal feelings.
She didn’t realize what she was becoming. She learned a side of her that she hasn’t known until then. She didn’t like it.
Still, the story ends in an insurgence. That girl gets angry and gets eaten up by her remorse to that boy.
But come to think of it, all of it wouldn’t have happened if she wasn’t stupid enough not to know the things that boy is capable of doing and if she didn’t act as if she was blind not to see the things laid in front of her. She trusted and believed him. She had faith in him, in them, in everything. So in the end, both of them are the ones to blame.
She wakes up and lives every day thanking her one and only God above that when everything ended, she still has her sanity and respect for herself. She now loves her self more than ever and learns that no person can make her feel bad without her consent. She wishes that she would be the last person the boy would ever play with. She thinks that it’s high time the boy learn the tricks of the game because she herself has already did.
And then the story ends.
***First posted this on my fb account last Saturday, 06-27-2009
