This is it; as ambiguous as it gets.

Friday, October 31, 2008
Getting a message across without having the qualms is no easy feat. There are bound to be misinterpretation which creates a big hoo-ha of misunderstandings. Like I have said and I will say it again, our motive, intention or subject matter ought to be crystal clear. If I want to be discreet about my life, my personal on goings and all the melodramas that I had been and am going through for instance, I obviously would not use the internet as a form of penning it all down. Sentences use can be vague and underlying intent could just be a false impression all along. At the end of the day, readers read it and take it as it is unless you care to clarify things; which I highly doubt so.

Hey Jane, let me tell you something about me. Perhaps, I wasn’t so clear myself or after all these years you do not know who and what makes me, me. I am so weary now that I have decided to just give it to you here there and then. Yes, we talk Jane, we talk. But, haven’t you realized something, at times it is just a one way track. Your opinions, your views are just solely based on your thinking. A thinking that it is so hard to change and that it sometimes lay solely on your biasness. Why I didn’t say so after all these years, because I feel you ought to realize one day. I am the sort of person who doesn’t give it straight. My body language speaks a more definitive vocabulary. My bad Jane, my bad, that I wasn’t being frank. What you’ve said all along, and if I don’t seem to agree upon it, I would just give a faint smile. A smile that does not mean I agree Jane. It’s a smile that embeds “well, that’s your thinking and I don’t have a say to that.” As if I do rebutt you, you’d just turn the tables around and say that look that is my thinking and I am entitled to it. Tell me now Jane, after all do you know me? Look back Jane, the sacrifices you made for others that you call friends and going the extra mile, where have they been Jane? I don’t need the gratitude shit for being a listening ear to you because I do not expect any gains from it as I empathized. I am frustrated Jane, you do not know where your priorities are. Get a control of your life and only pain makes you stronger. Feel the pain, Jane.

Jane, you have under estimate me; what you have shared with me about your life, I kept it. I don’t see a need to publicize it. I am shocked that words regarding someone else’s mom were let loose. Imagine, Jane if it was you that we are talking about here. Would you not throw a fiddle fit and make a big fuss if words get around you? I am sure you would. Jane, Tiger and I are just good friends and are platonic as clear as day. We talk regularly on the phone since eons ago. Yes, he have his set of peculiar behavior and mindset that makes him, him. I do not always agree with him too and he understands that because all of us are their own individuals. Our mindset ought to be appropriate and aptly fall into place. Society does not change for us so that we can blend in but we accommodate to society and try to fit in. Now, I understand that you are going through a predicament. Grit through, you are all alone now. That’s all Jane.