I miss those days when I'm a blog activist (heh)
I miss those days when I really love to blog in English.
I miss those days, yeah I really do. Even though I know my English is not that good.
But somehow I feel it's better & much satisfying to tell a story or release the tense by using your mother language.
I'll still write though, English or Malay whatever.
Just for my own entertainment.
I'm sorry Mak Ayah, cause I can't stop writing these 'nonsense' posts.
Maybe this is just or maybe the ONLY way I can entirely express my feelings.
But I know, I always want to win & for me others are wrong!
That's what my Ayah said, I quite agree with that.
Maybe it's a gene thing Dad ;)
Ok ok, maybe not.
But I know, people ALWAYS misinterpret me.
They judge me through the way I write, the way I dress, the way I talk, the way I put my facial expressions.
Isn't that perhaps a TOO easy way to judge people?
Or perhaps you're just trying to point out my faults?
I'm a very straightforward person & believe me, it kills me too.
Being too brave in expressing my thoughts, being so clumsy in being nice with people.
Well I just can't change.
Does it always has to be about you?
I wonder, where have you kept your dignity in?
Maybe you know how to use your shirt's pocket nicely.
I write my stories, my legacies.
And this, is my territory.
Please, stop discriminating & patronizing me.
I beg you