Pinkville: Girls + MTG + Random Stuff!

I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way

It is really funny how other people hate me so much. But as Chris put it: HATERS make me laugh.

Be just... or be dead!

I agree. I just shrugged it off by saying: Your insecurity is my own victory. In one forum, someone goes nuts over my spamming attitude. Remember antispam? He even quoted and modified my signature: “Behind every bitch is a man who made her that way. Bottomline is, she’s still a bitch.” Haha. Where’s my “And behind ever JERK is a sad story” line? Never mind, so here’s the bitch.

Scene 1:
There was a long queue in the supermarket , with my hands full and our grocery basket on the line, a girl who passed by bumped her pushcart against mine. So I was like – “What the – ” the girl went away as if nothing happened. That’s rude. I got my own pushcart, followed her trail and intentionally bumped her behinds.

Scene 2:
Forum Fight
Teentalk forum has played a very significant role in my life that’s why I’m not giving it up despite the fact that I’m no longer a teen. Technically yes, but I’m only twenteenfour. Haha. This forum had taught me a lot of things, even how to be bitchier. There was a girl there with an attitude problem who happened to be a GF of my bf’s pal. Are you seeing me eye to eye? Ok. So she hated me that much because I am better than her. She despised me because I am telling the truth and she thought those are crap. She herself is a crap, darn! She was insecure with my posts. We had heated argument through posts and even in IRL. Funny thing is, it is our boyfriends who are discussing things. She’s a sore loser. She even told her BF that she won’t invite me on their wedding. LOL. As if I’ll get excited! Where’s the sense of maturity? She loathes me that much. She is a failure and she can’t accept it.

Scene 3:
On a phone call, an irate customer yelled at me in his frustrations. I answered back saying he doesn’t have to shout. He kept on ranting and every time I tried to probe about his problem he snapped at me. I reasoned out and he screamed: “Don’t talk to me like that bitch!” I giggled on the phone and before he hung up I managed to say thank you.

Then on another conversation, a woman was so bitchy and demanding for a higher level of support. I rebut and say: “Ma’am, I can solve the issue. All you have to do is to cooperate and have confidence in me.” She then sighed and murmured: “Bitch…. Okay then.”

Scene 4:
Eastwood Cinema
So we chose our seats and presented our prepaid tickets to watch Angels and Demons. The cashier raised her eye brows and picked up the ticket hesitantly saying that I should have presented it earlier. I was pissed off with her remarks and rudeness so I snapped at her asking if she can’t do anything to cancel it. She navigated through her system as if she’s not trained to sitch like this. I was about to ask her if she knows her job but my boyfriend tugged me to signal : “NO”. Another teller who’s more knowledgeable than her took care of everything.

I don’t mean to be bitchy but if a situation calls for it, then GO. To bitch or not to bitch – that is the question.

After all, I’m a real bitch. My boyfriend told me so: “Shout my name, bitch!”

I’m a bitch, I’m a tease
I’m a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I’m your angel undercover
I’ve been numb, I’m revived
Can’t say I’m not alive
You know I wouldn’t want it any other way