Mara Clara was the longest soap opera ever aired on the Philippine TV. It’s about two babies were switched at birth in the nursery when they were born. Mara was the good one and Clara was the villain in the series.
The series is pure fiction. But, do you think it can happen in a real world? I think so. I mean being switched was impossible, but having a Mara and Clara identity is possible. I believe that each one of us has a Mara Clara personality.
The Mara in me.
I was a cry baby when I was a kid. My classmates in elementary used to call me nasty names just because I don’t let them copy my test papers. I don’t like cheaters. At the end of the class they always bully me so I ended up crying while going home. They were really bad. It always happen.
One more thing, I ran for the school’s President and unfortunately I was bested by a lowly creature who just won because she promised the students to treat each of them with a hamburger. My heart was broken because I had all the good intentions for the school even at young age. I cried a lot. I was defeated just like that.
I had an ex-boyfriend for almost two years who used to hurt my pride and ego. He was insensitive, sadist, and a chauvinist pig. He always hurt my feelings and even hurt me physically. I lost my self-esteem and confidence the entire relationship, until one day I realized that I was losing myself too. So I learned to fight and I broke up with him.
Those things that I experienced are the reasons why I became an antagonist in every way. Aside from the strong features that I have, I was always the villain in every drama that my school was producing. I am used to it besides the acting is very effortless because I was portraying my kinda life story.
The Clara in me.
I had this huge crush on my classmate in elementary since first grade, but he always had a crush on other girls every school year. Dang! So every school year too I had to plot a plan to make the life of the girl miserable. Lets jump on the fifth grade.
- FIFTH GRADE- Let’s call her Ashley. She was a transferee from Manila and became my neighbor. She was so thin and not pretty. Haha! We became friends. I was true to her until I learned that my crush had a thing for her so I started to become a villain. I taught her a native language ‘Yatot’ and gave her a different meaning. ‘Yatot’ is a Waray-waray term for rat, but I told her that ‘yatot’ means intelligent. She was so proud that she even got up to the platform and shouted at the top of her lungs ‘Yatot akooooooo!!!’ Everybody laughed at her, including me. I was so mean back then. She became the laughing stock. Her cousins got mad at me but the hell I care! haha!
- SIXTH GRADE- Let’s call her Sam. She was a transferee again. Duh? He always had a thing for transferees. She was way prettier than me and a Mathematics buff. She has this really curly hair and deep-seated eyes that I thought everybody likes. My crush, err all of the boys in our batch liked her since the first day of class. First plan, I let her sign my slum note to know more about her and I found out that she is a year older than us. A repeater. Voila! Weak point. I told everybody about what I found out but nobody cared. Second plan, I was so observant with her answers during recitations and whenever she made a mistake I always correct her. Third Plan, she joined the Drums and Lyre Corp as a minorette. And the thing is, I was the school’s majorette. So I gave her a living hell during practice. I put her under the sun for so many hours, bully her and asked her to give 20 pumping exercise whenever she made a mistake. I wanted her to give up. Fourth plan, I was elected as the class’ President so as a newly elected leader I had to be the person in charge of the election. I sabotaged my friends to nominate my crush as a Senator so he would not be the Escort because for sure Sam would be the muse. And I was right! Ü My crush was nominated for the Escort position, but I disqualified him because he already won as Senator. )
I confronted one of my room mates way back 2009 because I was late for work. Why? I hardly sleep the night before because she didn’t turn the lights off. I thought she was studying, but to my dismay she was just playing Plants Vs Zombies! When I met her the next day I confronted her and told her lies that I got memo from HR Dept. She looked pale. haha!
My boyfriend and I were on our way home when the driver of the jeepney that we were riding suddenly stepped on the brake, so I was shocked and shouted ‘Ay Syete!’ out of fright. Then suddenly I heard the two girls laughing at me. No, they were sort of mocking me. So I turned to them with raising left eyebrow and told them, “Anong nakakatawa?”. The girls silenced their shitty mouth.
My boyfriend and I (again hehe) was in this gadget-accessories store when Clara Del Valle spirit took over me again. The saleslady was kinda mataray eh. She did’nt believe us that we were next in line, she just passed us by, so I told her, “Ay ate nakakainsulto ka naman”. Out of shame she entertained us.
While buying an earbuds, I told her to let us test it, she did, but she just inserted the earbud into computer and tested it by herself tapos sabi niya okay na agad. Duh?! I raised my eyebrows. Nagmamadali? Nagmamadali? May meeting???? It shoud be us who should test it because we were the one buying it. Ayun napahiya siya because I stared at her for like one minute. Haha!
The latest person that I don’t like is Hannah (not her true name). She is just a
newbie but she’s acting like she is a part of the team for a long time, and I hate that part. She always interrupts, crack a joke, Miss-Know-It-All, Fashionista daw, and everything. I hate it when everybody laughs at her corny lines. My boyfriend said maybe I am just jealous. Why would I get jealous? I’m way prettier than her, I have a fair, smooth skin, bedroom voice, I’m smart and talented than her. She is a brainy, while I’m brains with beauty. I’m a packaged type of girl, whiles she’s not. Ha! I just hope she shut the fuck up even just for a day. I hate hearing her voice, so irritating!
Wala lang. I just have the attitude of not liking the person even if he doesn’t do anything bad to me. I don’t hate the person, I just don’t like him.
This article points out that each of us has it’s own reason why we end up being a bitch. Maybe we were hurt before so we don’t have a choice but to be a fighter even if it means being bad on the eyes of everyone.