I am quite busy because of several things, and I am not in the position to tell you about it first. If it finally materialize, then I’ll write something about my endeavors. If it doesn’t, well. Then I’ll tell you something about it, anyway. hehe.
Someone left a message in my cbox, commenting about my blog. She said a really flattering remark about my writings, and seriously, I never thought that people thought of my writings that way. I thought that everything was just a figure of my imagination, but since other people also think of it that way, I guess I really have the knack for writing. It’s just that some people have the talent to lift up a person’s ego, and some people also have the talent to bring down the little self-esteem that a person has. I have met more of the second type of persons in my […]
From Anne
I haven’t written for a while because I am quite burdened by some things. I know that those things shouldn’t get into me, but somehow, they just do.
I just have something to say to D.U. again:
You have certainly made me feel dumb again. And what you did was worse than before. I know that I made some mistakes, and I was wrong, but you certainly have a way for making people feel like they’re the dumbest person in the world. You must have noticed that I didn’t make a sound at all. My voice didn’t utter a single word in protest of your what you said. I wanted to respect you the way I did before, but unless you respect yourself and other people and for once treat them as human beings, you will never regain the same respect and trust that I gave you.
If there’s anything else than that, […]
From Anne
Dear D.U.
I know that at this point in time, you will not be able to read this, since the word ‘blog’ is not even existent in your vocabulary. Your laugh box is extinguished because I think you rarely have even a little bit of humor in you. You are like Squidward to my Spongebob, the stepmother to my Cinderella, the queen of hearts to my Alice in Wonderland, and Ms. Minchin to my Sarah. You come in many names, but your guise is one and the same.
You come to us with your cold stare, with one look you could turn everyone into a block of ice, while in the sound of your footsteps, every being cowers, and the others collapse.
Well, let me tell you now, D.U., that you have hurt some people. They’re not telling you that you have hurt them, for fear that nothing can be done anyway if […]
From Anne