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Monday, July 16, 2012 @ 4:08 AM
God said, "You don't have to worry about love. As long as I'm existing, you will be loved."

Wake up smiling widely. I reached the bus stop exactly when the bus arrived. I like. He was later than usual, so I went in first. I had stomach ache again. Oh god, when will I stop having this constant stomach problems. It's always bugging me non-stop and I can't concentrate. I went to pass Izhak his brownies and went back up. After that I went up, and went down to quadrangle with zé bestfriends. They're always making me smile and laugh, daily.

CE > Chemistry > Recess > Biology > English > Lunch > MT > PE

CE, we did role-playing about stereotypings and ability to respect others' religion, culture and beliefs. Okay, this shall be my main topic of today. STEREOTYPES. Not entirely on stereotypes, but somewhere along that line.

Chemistry, we went to Chemistry Lab and did 3 practicals. I did it, I did it, I did it, yeah. I feel productive because it's an individual work and usually when there's practical, I'll just be there standing, and watching and they'll do all the work while I'm left with none. Sigh, because I'm stupid in science and I'll just cock everything up anyway so people choose to outcast me in a corner everytime there's practical. So whatever, at least I did all of it today. Alone. With no help ✌

Recess, someone sat at our seat. Ugh, go away. Thanks. He came down from his PE from don't know where also, I think he came from Narnia or something because Singapore is like in Europe and Europe's like in Narnia or something (said, Manda Swaggie aka Amanda Bieber).

Biology, we studied about Transport in Humans and Mr Justin Tan left the picture of a real-life heart, beating on the screen and he told us about our practical this Friday where he's going to bring in liver, heart, intestines etc from a lamb. Eww.

English, Mdm Nisha didn't come so we did our own work which is the usual, "gossiping with zé awezum ones". Okay, we practically talked about random stuffs like,"EHHH TAKDE LA" inspired by Hazsrin (Acik). Ha-ha-ha. Then Huda and Natasya were complaining about how there's this girl in our clique who always tries to sit in the middle of us but she's just the mood-killer. She's always sitting in the center but then she's the one who don't laugh at our jokes, she's the one who's always showing the straight face, she's the one who's always not joining in our conversation, who's always using her phone, and she's the barrier between us all. She gets pretty much pissed off whenever she sits at the corner, because she don't want to feel left out. If so, why don't you join in the conversation? She's always trying to find faults with us. All. The. Time. Natasya told me about how that time, me, Huda and Natasya placed our place of rice on the table in a row and she just pushed them to the side and sat in the center. Oh, rude much?

Lunch, all the E4s came down but the E3s didn't. This is all normal. We were #teamglee again. Huda started the What Makes You Beautiful introduction but suddenly sang,tell me whatchu want, what you really, really want... Sigh, random people these days 😂

Mothertongue. We did Composition and "solving a case" about Karina's wife, Danial, where he got lost. Now, we've a composition: narrative writing homework.

PE. Teacher told us our NAPFA test result and although I passed I still feel sad. I feel fat. Don't ask me what's my NAPFA test results, if you want to know so effing much, go and find out yourself. It's not worth knowing. At all. Played volleyball then we did our poster for HE. Like Health Education is in Physical Education, that's why our constant visits to the library. Oh god.

So now, I'm gonna talk about STEREOTYPES and INSECURITIES. Firstly, I seriously do not understand why all these judgemental freaks exist. Why won't all of your ever-so-judgemental minds just die and seize to exist. I don't see the positive benefit and advantages it has on the society because of its existence. Why do people feel insecure? Because stupid little freaks exist - going around generalizing, stereotyping, comparing, insulting and bullying others. It hurts. The feeling of being generalized, stereotyped, compared at, insulted and being bullied hurt more than words can describe. It hurts more than how it seems like it doesn't. It hurts so much more than how much easier it is typing this out. A girl is generally aware of her own physical appearance. She knows it all more than you do. If you're just going to go to her and say all those effed up words just to see her hurt or just because you think it's a joke, then I pretty much suggest for you to get a life. Wait, someone like you don't even deserve to live. Why would you go and tell a girl how fat she is? No matter how fat or how skinny she is, no matter how she eats a lot, no matter what, even if she is, NEVER EVER CALL A GIRL FAT. Never ever compare to anyone about a girls' physical aspect. She knows it all so much more than you do. She knows how she looks like. What do you even think girls like us do, in the toilet for hours? We just stare into the mirror and wishing that everything that we hate to just go away. We just cry in front of the mirror at times wondering why we can't be that Ms Perfect like all those others out there. We try to comfort ourselves by saying that,"Oh look, you're not the only one like this. There's bound to always be someone fatter, skinnier, prettier, uglier, taller, shorter than you." We know it because this is life and this is society. Why do we even still insist on complaining then? You tell me why? Okay, ask yourself first. Why do people like you go and judge others? Why do people like you go and compare others? Why do people like you go and insult others? What happiness or feeling that you have that positively benefits you? You feel happier seeing someone in plight and misery? You sir/maam, is nothing but a sadist. You think that stereotyping people saying,"Oh, look she's fat, she can't run." or "oh, she's a girl, she can't play soccer" and all those shits are what we love hearing? Yes, we do unknowingly stereotype others - every single one of us. Don't lie, we all do. The fact that you just don't know how to draw the line between a joke and an insult is a bit too harsh and getting out of hand. I can't stand it when I see my fellow peers or best friends going through painfulness especially when the reason behind it isn't even supposed to be that, or when they're going through something that they were never even supposed to be going through. They totally do not deserve being treated that way, they certainly do not deserve having to feel what they were feeling. Yeah some of you are going to be all,"You think your life sucks? Well, my life -" Shut up, depression is not a competition. Every single one of us have ever once wanted to kill ourselves and hurt ourselves but the only reason people do these are just to get rid of the pain that they're feeling inside of them. Sometimes, people make remarks that they don't know would hurt others. Just a simple,"Why do you eat a lot?" can hurt a girl's feeling. How do I know? Because I'm a girl, for goodness sake. Like I said earlier on, a girl knows everything more about herself more than you. They don't need you to eff their lives up upside down with your rude remarks because if you've nothing to say, why not you just shut your mouth. Every single girl feels insecure about themselves. Every. Single. Girl. No matter how pretty they are, no matter how skinny they are, no matter how flawless they are, trust me, all the girls in the world hust have that insecurity in them. Every girl just have something that they're not satisfied about. It's part and parcel of their lives. It's just there and nothing can make it go away. That's why they need a guy or at least a trustable friend to remind them that they still do have something positive about themselves. Girls love getting compliments but not to the extend where they feel that those compliments are just lies and hoax. Oh, and yknow what's worse than all those? The worst thing you can do to a girl, is to compare her with another girl. Guys who compare a girl to another girl are just dumb jerks who should seriously get murdered in their life and just get reincarnated into a girl - have long hair, go through the monthly menstrual cramps and troubles of blood coming out of their private parts like it doesn't hurt at all, go through daily mood swings and insecurities, go through everything that a girl has to because until the day you really are one, you'll never ever understand anything. Oh, since you can't understand, let me ask you, let's say, you're a students who always get 50% marks for most test and exams no matter how hard you've studied, or you're the child who have to undergo facial problems like acnes and pimples on their faces due to puberty. Yes, if you happen to fall under any of these category and suddenly, one fine day, your parents just chose to come in on you and tell you how stupid and dumb you are compared to so-and-so or how ugly and such a pimple-freak you are compared to so-and-so. How would you feel? Hurt. Duh. If you are really close to me, those stated above are all usually what I faced daily. If you have a heart, you will totally understand how hurtful it is to be compared with. Especially when someone just choose to compare you with someone who's so much better than you in everything. I'm speaking this on behalf of anyone out there who's been generalized, stereotyped, compared at, insulted and bullied. I'm not aiming or shooting this to anyone in particular but remember that if the shoe fits, then it might probably be just for you. I still just cannot accept the fact that people, who do not know that you've tried, just choose to shoot their mouths off without even getting to the bottom of the truth. You don't even know what the hell the person has gone through and there you are just easily insulting others. While you're just sitting there and blabbering your mouth about, the person you've just talked about or insulted is feeling hurt and doing something about it. like it's not bad enough for a girl to feel insecure daily, we don't even need anyone to rub salts into the wound. I'm not saying that all the girls feel this way neither am I saying that all the guys don't face insecurities, I'm just saying in terms of a girl's point of view because after all, I'm a girl.

No one's probably even reading this but I'm just expressing what I'm feeling. If you are reading this, and you've any rude comments, don't even bother to indirect it to me because I don't care. Like I said, it's my expression towards this issue. My own viewpoint, my own blog, my own life.

So, to all the girls out there, please smile widely because no matter how people always insult you or what, I am that one person who'll strongly believe that you're beautiful. Trust me, you really are. Please smile widely even if it makes you look crazy or what.

Disclaimer: Just because I typed all these out, it doesn't mean that I'm feeling that way. Yes, I rant, but it does not mean I am an emo ok. Thanks. Bye.