One of those random days where I am too lazy to do any photo montages.
And all I want to do is just write, do some typography and play with some colours.
I am different which makes me weird.
At least that is what I would like to believe. Believe that I am by default born different, live in my very own little world and practice mand-ism. And living in this small world by myself makes it even harder to share the same thoughts, and even the air that we are breathing together. And this of course resulted to me being seen as weird.
Many people I know used to describe me as WEIRD. And every attempt to justify just put myself into a worst position. And at times, it got me thinking if being different is a crime?
I am not pretty which makes me cute.
Come to think of it, it never came across my mind that I was the pretty kind. Not that I am humble.. just I think I am the cute kind. Haha… okay… maybe I forgot to put the word “pretend to be” in front of the word cute.
I know, I know… I am too old to still pretend to be cute. But I just can’t help it! And I don’t see anything wrong with pretending to be cute. It’s just me and I am not forcing you to, so don’t judge!
I am talkative which makes me a crapper.
Yes, I can be if I want to. If you don’t feel it, then that means we are not close enough.
In general, I talk a lot to my close friends to some point I will annoy the hell out of them.
I speak up which makes me bold.
This is not something I always do, because I believe in second chances. So if you hear me speak up, you are either unlucky or just annoying.
I would advice you to never ever try provoking me to speak up when I have no intention of saying. I will either rock your believes or bring you on a tour to see the other side of the world.
I am cheeky which makes me notti.
Haha.. I was born in the year of the monkey, what do you expect!
It’s in the blood and born with it thingy. At least in my parents heart, I will be the cheeky and notti one.
I am not sensible which makes me not reasonable.
While I try hard to control my sensibility, by nature I am not. Many things I say and think are not justifiable by any sense or reasons. I will just do things I feel like doing.
I think too much which makes me over sensitive.
Thinking is something I do, but it does not always translate to a well thought through process or solutions and even words. Why you may ask? And the answer to that would be, the emotional side of me overpowered my rational side.
Small little things will actually provoke me to re-think or start thinking. Well, I think I over think stuffs at times, trying to think and look at things in a different perspective. But one common thing will appear along this thinking process, friends will pass a passing remark that you are overly sensitive when you try to analyze a matter and thought to them. And I used to feel annoyed with that. But I have came to a conclusion that, they do not feel it because they have not see what I have seen, or they have not think of what I have thought.
I believe in destiny but I forsee possibilities.
It has been a long battle in the belief between destiny and human will. I use to think that if I didn’t make an action, nothing will ever take place. But well, as years goes by, I sort of come to a conclusion that everything and anything has it’s time and place which was pre-destined. But any new step or actions you make will create a different possibilities.