This weekend there are no other things that I can do but read blogs and explore the Hive because it is different from my phone to tablet and it's making me confused as a first-time user of a tablet to know the whereabouts of the things that I needed.
Yesterday, we celebrated my younger cousin's achievement! She delivered the news last Friday that she's the third honor student in their school this first semester. I am proud of her, of course, because she can now teach herself to study compared to the past years when COVID-19 and the pandemic affected us, and they are just studying modules. I am glad that she can use the knowledge that we taught her because my sister and I became their tutors during those times that they couldn't go to school.
I did not capture the event during that time because she invited her classmates and it was just a simple event. We just ate pizza and ice cream as our snack in the afternoon.
Anyway, as I am reading here on Hive, I saw 's post, and it's a new weekend engagement here at weekend experiences, and there are four interesting topics to write about again. But I chose this 1 topic to share and asked myself, "What would be my answer?"
What if someone (other than you) wrote a book of your life; would you appear as a hero or a villain? In at least 400 words explain your answer.
Source: Week-128: Weekend-Engagement Concept by
I never imagined or thought in my mind that there would be someone who could be interested in writing about my life because, to be honest, my life is not that inspirational and it can't motivate other people because I haven't achieved anything yet and my life is boring and messy.
But if there's someone who will write a book about my life, I would like them to write about the bad things that I did in the past, from childhood until now. Oh well, as you know, I am not that really a good person to everyone.
I remember when I asked someone before to describe me, and I didn't really have best friends or friends in the school because I knew that they were talking behind my back. Many people who knew me in person hated me, and I wondered before why. And the answer comes from the fact that they hated me because I always confronted the bad things that they did to other people. I didn't find it funny when they bully other people. I may be small, but I can fight the bullies in my own way by talking and stating facts to their faces. I once hated the teachers in our school because they made fun of their students, and they hated me because I was always the type of person who talked back at them, telling them that they should stop doing that because it's not a good way of teaching a lesson to their students, to compare and make them an example to other students. When I correct those who are older than me for their wrong behavior toward those younger than them, they think that I am rude and disrespectful to them. That's why I have people who don't like me because of my attitude. They don't like a KJ type of person, and they don't like me because I show too much truth and am serious about life.
Those are just some examples of who I really am in person: a villain in other people's lives by always correcting them and being honest.
I guess this villain behavior of mine should also show some lessons in life: That not all villains show some bad attitude toward other people to make them suffer, but that there is a purpose to make them realize that what they are doing is not good and they deserve to teach some lessons.
I may look bad in the eyes of other people because I am not like them; I can't be like them, and I really don't want to be one of them, but they should understand that I am acting that way because of them too.
That's why, when I first entered the world of the virtual world, the people who knew me at first thought of me as a KJ or someone who couldn't get along well with the things that they did or the topics that they communicated. I am sensitive when I find someone making fun of other people. The jokes that other people may find funny are actually hurting other people's feelings.
I wanted this part of my life to be written down in a book and serve as a lesson that it's not bad to be real, that it's okay not to have any friends, that it's better not to have some friends who are just a bad influence on your life, and that it's okay to become bad if it's for the good.
So, this is my entry for this weekend, and I hope you enjoyed reading this. Happy Sunday!