Different sides to a Die

Anyway, yep, the singular of dice is die. And somehow, students kept thinking that the book is spelling it wrongly.

So, when you know someone, do you think you know the true person....? Well, chances are usually you only tend to see or know one side of that person. But does that mean the person is being pretentious? Nah, take me for example... I am not as angelic as you think I am, my dear, but thanks anyway for considering me as a role model. ;p There are sides of me that you don't know or that I don't give you a chance to get to know, for one reason or another but I am not being pretentious. I have my reasons. Neither am I as bad as he thinks I am. I am not always up to no good. True there are some things I do that are not commendable nor am I proud of but it doesn't make me a bad girl. And there are things that I try to do to make you think better of me but I don't think it worked... Sometimes, I just wished to stop bothering but still once in a while, it gets to me. And of coz, there are certain little secrets that I just keep to my little self, not wanting to bother others with it.

So... all in all, I have my crazy self, which most everyone knows. My family would think I am quiet and timid, but tell that to my friends, most of them would laugh it off. Underneath it all, I am quiet and timid. Really.... Cuma I let the crazy side of me out, and that somehow lets others view me as not. And I prefer to let things go, but get me really worked up and annoyed (which is not that easy, only happens to certain someone often), I will snap at you and say some things that I would regret. I did it once to a certain person and someone got angry at me, but really I was just concerned and what he was doing was totally wrong. Many have commented at how patient and tolerating I am. Someone ever said that being too tolerating is not good. Anyhow, one thing that my family and friends might agree on is that I can get quite stubborn.

Well, I know my family and friends love me despite the things I do and have done, which might have caused trouble (sorry best fren for that incident, I have good intentions but I screwed things up). A certain person always scolded me for bothering about people's problems and getting so worked up over them, but these people are my friends and people I care about, and of course I have to care and want to care.

Like the title of my blog "Pieces of Me", I believe you'd get the whole of someone once you piece the parts of that person's life together..