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Rainy day according to Snoopy


Why do I always feel like gloomy especially when it’s rainy? Why do I feel like my friends only call me when they need something from me? Or, vice versa. Whatever reasons and alibis I may have in mind or excuses my friends have, I know that they are always there when I need them. How do I define true friends? Tough question, I know. But for me, I don’t “define” any thing or I can honestly say that once I befriend you, I am always a keeper. It only depend on the person if he/she likes to keep me as her friend as well. But nevertheless, I stay true to my friends and yes, I may sometimes forget to keep in touch with some people because c’est la vie!

Just another random thought. To be continued….




When I stand up for myself and my beliefs,

they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for those I love,

they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts

or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won’t compromise what’s in my heart.

It means I live my life MY WAY.

It means I won’t allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak

against it, I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for

myself instead of being everyone’s maid, or when I act a little selfish.

It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I

truly am and won’t become anyone else’s idea of what they think


I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You WON’T SUCCEED.

And if that makes me a bitch, so be it.

I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.




C-Control of






H-Hell of a Woman





H-Handle anything.


Poem is not authored by me. I got this one as a forwarded message. Author unknown.