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Somebody told somebody that told somebody that told me that somebody told somebody that i was stuck up.

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I was initially stunned when i was told.
Kinda like, a mild version of WTF ?
What made me so "Hurh?!" was that, i think i can safely say i know me, and stuck-upped-ness is SO not one of my characteristics. (correct me if i'm wrong)

But then, i told myself, why am i surprised.

It's not the first time people i am not close to have said things that are not nice, nor true, and it wont be the last. Which makes me wonder why do they wanna/have to/need to say anything at all then?

This problem never really happened much in secondary school. Maybe because there were too many students that everyone just couldn't be bothered with things that really dont concern them so much.

It only cropped up in Upper 6, when suddenly, out of no where, a load of crap went round the different Form6 classes, about my classmates, about me, about others.

I've always told myself, those that know me, know me and know what i'm like and what i'm not. If they think i'm what they hear and choose to believe, then they never really were my friends.
Too severe?

Well, that's what happened. My 'friends' could actually sit in on gossip sessions and hear nonsense being said about me and not say a word to set it right. Not only that, they had the cheek to relay it to me, and then give me a sheepish face when i asked them how come they didnt stand up for me. My harmonious gang of friends actually got split up because of all the he said/she said stuff, and that was a really sad thing.

This resulted in me deciding that once Form6 was over, that was it. Since then, i've never bothered to keep in touch with most of them. I mean, why should i? Sakit hati saja.

There was a point where it was at its peak, and i still remember how petty it actually got.

Incident 1
P said, "Shelby told the whole Bio class not to talk to me." and i found out what i had done a week after it apparently happened. Woo hoo! I can time travel!

Incident 2
I bought my dress for Orientation Night (our version of a prom) last minute, the weekend before the event. When Z found out from M what it looked like, Z told M that she wanted to buy a new dress because I had purposely bought a dress that looked like hers. Yes, without even a clue (nor did i care) about what Z's dress was, it appears i'm SO shallow that i purposely scouted shops to find a look-a-like. Ironically, it looked nothing alike.

Incident 3
This was the climax of it all. We were supposed to share a hotel room together, bout 6-7 of us. So i booked one,and we all put our stuff in there, got ready etc. Suddenly later that night, they went off and bunked with some others in another room, leaving only 3 of us to split the bill. That really got me mad, cause they told a direct lie saying they never agreed to stay in the first place.

And that was that.


Now 3 years later, older and wiser- somebody told somebody who told somebody who told me that somebody told somebody that they thought i was stuck up.

Okay, if you say so.

Although i dunno who said it, i have a rough idea, and i know those people don't really know me, so it doesn't effect me greatly. Saddened, but -what to do?

Here's a tip though, choose your words wisely. Word choice is something very important and can really mean different things from what you're actually trying to say.

I'm no saint, but i do have a problem with gossip when its conjured up out of thin air. At least say things that are true la- Shelby's stubborn, she's lazy, she's big sized, she has short stubby fingers, she doesn't return calls, she's bad at blogging...hyuk hyuk