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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

I haven't been blogging lately, mainly because these few days, whenever I read my tagboard, I'm rendered speechless.

Who are you people? Why do you care so much about how I look? Regardless of whether you care, why do you seem to be constantly sitting at your computers trying to tag the lives out of one another, and ironically telling the other party to "get a life"?

If you're so intelligent and so free, why don't you go find a cure for cancer, instead of annoying the hell outta me (because at this point, I am irritated) by expressing your one-cent (it's not even worth two-cents) opinion where it's not needed and certainly not wanted.

Plus the argument in the tagboard saga has digressed and deviated so much, it has become everything save from the things that make sense. And was the subject matter really about my looks in the first place? It started with Zack defending the "poor girl" whom I thought I was dissing.

At least I don't pretend that I'm not mean, or that I don't appear offensive at times. I can't possibly be all holier-than-thou and a self-righteous hypocrite. I don't want to wear the same dress as someone else. I don't want to blend into the crowd. Those are my choices. I am as much entitled to having my opinions as you are to having yours. But you crossed the line, because you had to condemn me for having my opinions instead of conforming to yours.

As for looks, why care? It's none of your business. Pretty or not pretty, so what? Whether or not I think I'm pretty or average or ugly, isn't going to affect your life. Then you think that I think too highly of myself and want to give me a reality check. Seriously, who do you think you are? What gives you the right to tell me what I should and should not do?

Since I really have nothing more to say at this point, I'll just stop here for now.

♥ The lights faded at 9:56 pm