vindicated

all those sarcastic replies and cynical retorts.
the incessant backstabbing. the endless rumor- mongering.

laughing at whatever i believed in and making me doubt myself.
hitting me when i'm low. raining on my parade when i'm high up.

never failing to sport the 'holier and better than everyone' attitude.
mocking me for choosing the right person to love...

oh, but looking back...

thank you for all those long days when you bullied, laughed and picked on me.
i really thought i was stupid for having tolerated that much cruelty from just one person.

ironically, it was these experiences that have surprisingly made me stronger.
without those life lessons you've unwittingly given,

vindication wouldn't have felt this good.

i didn't need to wish for anything, or ask anyone to avenge me and all that i stood for.
you have finally, stupidly, brought it upon yourself.

my self- destructive friend: my dear emotional vampire.
finally, karma comes for you.

love it!

you are what you read

i saw and heard it somewhere that one way to get to know people is by rummaging through their trash (was it CSI?!). it may ring true for some, but in my book, you don't really have to go as disgustingly far as checking out what was thrown out... (holler: they throw those things out for a REASON!) you just check out their book shelves and you'll pretty much get an idea as to who that person is and how their minds tick.

encyclopedias, storybooks, comics, pocket books and magazines... those were staples in my bedroom when i was young... and apparently, these media are still natural furnishings found in my room! don't worry though: i've crossed over to different kinds of genres.

***some dimwits from my not.so.distant.past always seem to view book.toting people as nerdy freaks of nature. thank goodness i didn't succumb to the taunting and teasing... *smile* look at where those people are now.

ever so predictable, i pass time scouring book sales whenever i'm at the mall: it's usually the first thing i go to upon entering any establishment, and the last thing i check out right before i leave. the same routine follows when i meet up with a friend that i.haven't.seen.for.a.long.time at their house: i discreetly check out what's on their shelves... that way, i can pretty much gauge how the hook up would go: should i kick myself for choosing to meet up with this person over sleeping? how quickly i should bolt for the nearest exit?

but seriously, i admit i'm a chronically impulsive book.buyer.

torture for me is synonymous to walking inside an impressive bookstore and not finding anything to buy (or realizing i've already purchased most of the good reads)... and, a doozie fact that jeric chanced upon: one way to force me into a 'sweaty' workout would be to make me scrounge for books laying on some low shelf, or picking my kids' books from the floor. laugh.snort all you want, but seriously, that IS something that i strangely enjoy.

gawd: i realized i have tons of books. hullo: i've already given out some of the books to charity, extended my library to both the munich and elizalde campuses of the school, and STILL found some to pitch onto the stonyhurst library. and look at what are still in my room. now that's HOT.

but then again, maybe it's just the guru in me... ;)