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N A D I A H
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Tuesday, November 01, 2005 9:16 pm
Complaints.



Complaints.

I know I just updated a few hours ago but I went blog-hopping and everyone was complaining about something or other. So i'm going to complain about something. But I won't complain and complain until I make my life look so miserable and people starts to either pity me or jump for joy that my life is worse than theirs.

*Lets out a gush of breath*

It's super difficult to express what you feel sometimes in words. People might get the wrong impression and assume on different pitch and tone when I'm actually using another pitch and tone. Maybe one day they'll make a blog where you can record your entries verbally. Every computer would have a microphone and those who sign up for this audio-blog would speak to themselves in front of the computer. And everything and however the bloggers are trying to mean (angry, sad, disappointed, hurt, happy, excited, oh and the most difficult expression to express: sarcasm), now they can express them.

And I feel like i'm crapping my way around here. But who cares really? Not me. Not. Me. And I have a feeling this is going to be the longest blog entry I've ever done. Well I don't care! It's me against the world and I don't care. I don't care.

Hold on. Let me find something to complain about.

I can't stand the world sometimes. I don't know how many times I've complained about this but I really can't stand it. What is wrong with some people's minds? Why do they use stuff the wrong way. Why do they bomb each other up? Why do they land they bloody bombs anywhere and everywhere? Why are they killing people with bombs? Is that why bombs are created? WHY?

And about racism. Why do some races look down on others? Why? The skin colour is not the result of some disease, you know. And guess what? God made us. He coloured us differently to make the world look interesting enough for aliens to come down to earth. What the hell am I talking about? Try colouring a scene with only a single colour. I can bet a few bucks that it won't be interesting or pretty or eye catching. At all. Whatever skin colour we are, God still loves us. You're hating one of God's creation if you're a racist. And that's just wrong. Ow. And an ant just bit me. I mean, won't it be much more interesting and fun to know someone different than you? You'll feel unique and special.

And why are Life just so unfair? Why do some people get so many but others get so little? Oh my God. I'm thinking up things faster than I am typing. I'm losing everything that I'm thinking. Huh?

And parents. Oh my God. Parents. Why do they love comparing their own children with other families'? Why are they nagging and nagging the same thing every time? I know it's for our own good but oh god. Just shut up!! And they say they were young once. Obviously they've forgotten what it's like to be young. Because if they know what it's like hearing all this scoldings time and time again, they wouldn't want to do it to their kids. Would they? And my God, the way they pressurize us. It could have killed me. The bloody expectations and everything. Sometimes I wish I could just scream everything in their faces but then it would be rude of me and i'd sinned. And besides 90% they would be right anyway. Argh!!

And me. After complaining so much about everything but me, it's fair to at least complain something about me. Well, that sounded like something else. Anyway, I have some lessons to be learnt as well. I have to stop taking everything for granted. I have to stop being lazy. I have to stop being so shy. But is it really my fault that I'm shy and low on self esteem? Is it REALLY my fault? Maybe it's not but I have to RIGHT that fault, right? It's just so difficult. And I have to stop complaining about the situation (meaning, the 'Why am I not.....') I'm in. I have to learn to accept it. But oh God it's difficult. Everything's difficult. Argh!!

And how come I don't have a boyfriend. Isn't there any guys out there who wants to love me? I'm not being desperate. I hate being desperate. I'm just wondering why.

By the way, the stuff I complain about does not apply to everyone. Now with people getting arrested with what they write in their blogs, I don't want to be the next face in the news. Anyone offended, I'm sorry. Don't arrest me, don't stalk me, don't try to kill me. I mean the world is huge. Anything could happen.

*SCREAM!*