Firstly, thank you so much for taking the time to peek at my modest blog. *WAVES*
My blog HAD previously revolved around something else, one which I hadn't exactly set out on.
But today, it has evolved. Now, it depicts my perfect life. Yes. My life is perfect.
Even when I cry to sleep missing my Ibu, I still think it's perfect for I’ve memories of her to hold on to plus I can be rest assured that I'll meet her again in Akhirat.
Even if I’ve awful in-laws, I still think my life is perfect for I’ve an extremely wonderful Bf who makes up for their nastiness.
Even when I feel ugly, I still think my life is perfect for my body, personality and brains more than enough made up for it.
Yes, my life is perfect.
As always, this blog is solely for significant events in my life, things worthy of my remembrance or just an update for my dear friends and family. I hope you’ll enjoy reading my façade-less entries. Sadness, anger and happiness. Welcome to my perfect life. Ma Vie Parfaite.
Due to the increasing number of annoying rebutts from closet readers cum bloggers, I have decided to blog at wordpress.com as it gives me greater authority to exercise control over who is allowed to read which entry and who isn't.
Kindly PM me if you'd like to know the password.
Meanwhile, it was fun blogging here. Till we meet again (if you can find me, that is).
I have finally made up my mind. For now, there is absolutely nothing, that can make me alter it to suit to anyone's liking, be it for the sake of family, friends or acquaintances.
Do not, for the sake of your superficiality and shallowness, judge me and call me selfish. I do care about the people around me and most importantly, myself. My stubbornness is an indication of my determination and my constant perseverance. Contrary to the belief you subscribe to, I do accept criticisms from the people around me, infact, very well.
For people who have yet to know me, but have already judge me, shame on you! It's your loss anyways, so, it's about time you get your act together. I am always attempting to give you a complete definition of myself, no matter how impractical it is to decribe oneself right down to the very cells. If that's still not good enough for you, then really, again, it's your loss.
By nature, I am an extrovert and through nurture, I have been made even more so. I do not mince my word for the sake of decorum neither am I full of tact for the sake of politeness. I say what I have to say, because, to put it simply, someone's got to say it. If you have a problem with this, I'm sorry for it will always stay as a problem for you.
It all started since young. My parents have always allowed me to express my opinion on matters, be it big or small. Besides, being the eldest kid, I am allowed to exercise some, albeit minimal, authority over my younger siblings. Simply said, there exist no censorship over the things I can say or the views I can express. In other words, complete freedom of speech.
The ability to express my thoughts freely have not only taught me to be more responsible, it has also, many a times, made the people around me look up to me. I do not hide behind the cloak of anonymity and give hate tags under another person's name. In conversations between friends, family or strangers, I always try to sound objective, hence, the zilch need for me to be tactful.
You see, since young, I've always aspired to do very well in my adulthood. I took my first baby steps in my primary school by doing very well for my PSLE, getting myself into the top 10% of the cohort. Like most of you have already known, I went to Raffles Girls' Primary before proceeding on to Methodist Girls' School. In MGS, with the help of the friends and teachers who of course, were of a positive influence on me, I, again, did very well for my O levels.
Many assumed that I went into PJC, a neighbourhood JC because I didn't do well enough to get into ACJC. I am sorry, but I have to burst your bubble. You can stop gloating (it was fun while it lasted, didn't it?) and here is where you learn that the truth hurts (for your ego, I'm sure).
I went into PJC because it was nearer my place and for the first time in my life, I wanted to know what it feels like to be a humongous fish in a tiny pond. And the best thing was, my bestest friend (who is now in NUS Law) was also going to PJC! So, again, no, I didn't do horribly for my O levels to garner a spot in a neighbourhood JC. In actual truth, during my year in PJC, I stayed with my grandparents to look after them. So, not only am I smart, I am also a good grandaughter.
I am not ashamed to say that many a times, I have gotten forward in my life because of my affiliations.
I am a NAIMS. I am an RGPS Alumna. I am an MGS Alumna. My close friend's father is the Minister of So and So. My good friend's father owns the hotel Ritz blah de blah. The list is endless.
I do not understand why people are trying to pull me down just because I am able to pull strings. I am a leecher. I am a creeper. So what? If it gets me to where I am today without harming the host, I guess, there's nothing wrong with it, unless, of course, you non-affiliated people are feeling sore.
I am proud of my affiliations and will always be. If you choose to have a problem with me for that, really, I do not need to hear it from you. Its pointless for you, for at the end of the day, while you're busy yakking, I've already achieved my dreams and goal.
I do not want to be ugly, so don't make me turn to one.
Right now, like I've said in my earlier post, I'll be embarking on a new journey. A journey that will be filled with ups and downs, but nonetheless, fulfilling, for sure.
And this time round, I will definitely show you my true colours, whether you like it or not, whether you can accept it or not. Yes, I've made up my mind.
There is no point in trying to suit to you every whims. You certainly do not deserve the best of me. And even at my worst, you still don't deserve me. I have stopped trying. It's now your turn.
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On a lighter note, I really really really miss my Bf.
It's 3.28 am. My Bf is lying on my bed telling me to give him a hug and goodnight kiss. As I'm typing this away, he's being very irritating by putting his arms around me and trying very hard to suffocate me. He keeps telling me he'll miss me and that he doesn't wanna go Dubai. Haha. Cute ain't it?
Anyways, in a matter of minutes I will have to bathe and get ready. I'll be sending my Bf off to visit his family in Dubai.
Me: I wanna put on make, dress up and look good later. Bf: FOR WHAT? Me: Who knows if I bump into someone. Bf: There's no one to look at you in the morning. Me: HAVE LAH! Bf: Who? Me: Pilot lah. Bf: OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHA.
I'll miss him for sure. I mean, I've been seeing my Bf every single day for the past one year or so, can you imagine me not seeing him for the next ten days? Luckily, he promised me that he'll sms and call me everyday. In his words,
I'll still be by your side Honey, emotionally and mentally. Everyday. Just not physically.
The coming week will be a rough one for me. I'll be embarking on a new journey (am really excited though) and I can't wait to update my Bf daily on my happenings here. I will miss him terribly and can't wait to be in his comforting arms once again.
Take good care of yourself Honey. And no camel toe for me please.
ps: I made up the first paragraph. My Bf is in my living room, sleeping soundly, while my Mum is busy ironing her outfit. Yeah, he wants to depart from my place cos he wants to sleep with me. Perasan. Haha. Made me happy though. =)