and i blog again.

As journalism students, we are taught to report things as is. no more, no less. we are not allowed to twist stories and remove vital facts to give stories a different color, as well. and we have to stand by what we report on, no changing of sides– for the first part you’re PRO and when you get caught you suddenly shifts to be an ANTI. and by this, we are expected to practice it in our daily lives. right?

Tuesday night introduced me to that side of Cha that i have never seen before. for twenty years, it was only then that I’ve seen myself get mad. no, i wasn’t mad. i was infuriated.

i could not stand seeing and hearing someone tell a lie in front of my face when i know for a fact that she was lying. She had the guts to deny a statement she clearly and repeatedly said one fine Thursday afternoon. okay, so what’s the point here? she lied and i couldn’t stand it. next, she almost ruined a wonderful friendship. and that i couldn’t allow. my friends mean soo freaking much to me and i can’t let anyone, just anyone, to destroy what i share with these people.

the meeting that night was unexpected but i was glad we were given a chance to clear the issues and our sides be heard.

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i didn’t know that i was capable of getting infuriated. that when i get mad, i make sure people will listen to what i have to say; that when i get mad, i’ll make sure that i get my point across; that i will speak of every fact that i know of, and let these facts speak for themselves, without me even explaining them; that i will cry if the anger is too much for my heart to contain.

and that when i’m mad i can be bitchy, surprisingly.

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i’m fine now. i’m good. the anger i think, is slowly decreasing. though we can no longer be acquaintances. well, yeah, we can, if you admit you lied. but i think, i can exert effort to be professional, that we can still talk on the professional level, it’s you by the way who has something yet to say.

you made a very striking mark in my life, you were the first person ever to have made me cry out of infuriation.

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done here.

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