I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone elses more.

Listening to: J // 전하지 못할 말

Okay. I know I complain about life a lot. It's stupid, yes. But that's what a blog's for right? For you to express all your feelings about that stupid, stupid day you just had. Or to tell the world about something you're really ecstatic about.
I probably do more of the former because I don't really have a life outside school and the house....So, you can't really blame me for not going out.

Fine. So it is my fault for being born in the year 1990 and having to sit for my SPM this year. No difference also, I never had a life prior to this year. Either way, I'm not a people person. I only feel comfortable with my own friends or family. Anyone else should just stay away from me coz' I can be a pretty hostile person. Like, MEOWR.

ANYWAY. Back to the topic. Because of the rather emotional post before this one, people are assuming that I'm ungrateful. Well. Not people. Just one person. I don't even know who that person is, but I can assume you're reading this. I appreciate your opinions and all, but I don't think you really have a right to tell me how to feel or how to live my life.

I'm not writing this in order to validate the fact that I'm actually capable of being grateful. I just feel that as a person from outside my circle, you don't really know what my life is like in order to make a judgment like that so quickly. I bet you don't even know what I ate for breakfast!!! Fine. That's a little bit too much. Even my own friends don't know what I eat because I don't eat breakfast. I DRINK IT. MILO AND OATS, YO. Ahem.

Now, referring to that said emo post. I admit, my choice of words did show that I have a slight problem with life. Just so you know, I was having the dreaded PMS, meaning POST-Menstrual Syndrome if somehow, you managed to miss that due to the fact that you might have stuck some pieces of paper on your eyes, thus rendering you temporarily blind as all you see is the color WHITE and somehow missed that little piece of information. I assume that the whole world already knows how I can be when I'm having the said syndrome. Claws emerge and the little halo floating above my head tends to be replaced by pointy red horns. Might I add that a tail emerges from my behind as well? Yeah. A long one with a pointy end.

Oh my. I seem to have misplaced my lovely golden harp. Oh well. This pitchfork should work just as well as that harp did. Although I can't make pretty music with it. I just have to delight in that fact that I have bums to poke tonight.

That statement just made me realize that I am not that little angel everyone thought I was. Probably more of a devil. I think I prefer that a lot more. Don't you?

Anyway. I may not express my gratitude a lot, but I am actually grateful for a lot of things in my life.
For one, there's my wonderful Mommy who cares for me, feeds me, hugs me, kisses me, buys me shoes and does a whole load of other things. She's the one thing that drives me through life. She's why I'm chasing my dreams. She supports me no matter what I do.
Okay lah. Lying little bit lah. She don't let me pierce my ears anymore only. But I like piercings, mommy. :(

Then there's Daddy. He may not show his love as easily as Mommy does, but I know he cares. Just tak tahu cakap aje. Haihhhh. Daddyyyy, why you so kiam siap??? Must give me money so can buy food and stuff mahhh. Lui Lui can eat a lot, you know?

Finally, how can I leave the two brats lovelies I call my Brother and Sister. Sure, you're annoying at times. But I love my Baby-poo Brother lots and lots and lots and lots coz' he gives me cuddles willingly unlike SOMEONE. Okay lah. Sister not bad also. At least can spazz with her over hot guys. Then can squeeze her fat some more.

Furthermore, don't you dare chastise me over self-respect. I happen to have more self-respect in my pinky finger than compared to those girls who run around with their skirts falling off. Why don't you tell them to have some self-respect? At least I don't do that.
Then, you said something about caring about what others think. Where on earth did I say that I cared? Sure, I complained about trash-talkers, but don't you? I doubt that you don't. Everyone's plagued with their own insecurities, I believe. But, what did I say that made you think I actually cared? I have a huge feeling that you're going to say that I care because I'm responding to every single thing you said. Fine. So I do care a little bit. However, this is just to let you know that what you read in a blog does not tell you anything about the person who wrote that blog entry.

Like I said before, you don't know me enough in order to judge me and how I view things. What you read here, is only a couple of layers. In the words of Shrek, "Ogres are like onions," or at least I think that's how it went...but that doesn't really matter. You haven't seen everything yet. You haven't peeled me like an onion yet. I'd really love to see you try too. Go on. I dare you. Prove me wrong.

I'm just oh-so-eager to hear what you have to say about this.