A Letter From Me to You

Dearest Mr. Fiance,

I received a question today. 

"Aren't you bored, being with someone you have known since you're a kid?"

The answer is no. Obviously.

"Why?"

Because for me, the years before we are together don't count. Because I hardly know you back then. Because all I knew was that you were the boy (the chubby boy) who lives in the street next to mine. 

But now that I know you, I can't help but to fall more in love with you with every second that passes. Every glance that I stole whenever you're not looking makes my heart beats faster. Every smile that you gift me makes my butterflies go wild.

I just can't imagine being without you. I know that I might be a tad pampered, sometimes to the point of annoying, but I am very grateful that you listen to my every whim, though sometimes you act like you don't care. I am also thankful that you ignored every single stupid thing I said whenever we fought. I wonder if there would still be 'US' if you acted as I asked then. I spoke with my heart, not with my brain, and I apologise for that. 

I know that I am not perfect. But I am going to make it work between us till death do us part. So brace yourself, because I'm going to glue myself to you, with the strongest adhesive ever, so that I'll always be beside you even if you don't need me. That's the price that you have to pay for making me fall this deep in love for you.

There's a lot more that I wanted to tell you, but alas, what I feel for you cannot be described with mere words. Words are not enough for that anymore. They will never be enough. Do know that I love you more than you will ever know, and I promise that it will always stay that way.

To infinity and beyond,

xoxo.

I Love You

"I've shied away, I've been scared of being judged, of not being the ideal person they need. I've been acting on a stage for so long it sucked me in.

Then came You.

With You, I speak my mind, I've been myself. I am unafraid to show my colours. 

I feel so lucky that I found You, that I don't have to fake my act any longer, that I don't have to be afraid that my colours blinded someone, that I don't have to pat my heart every single time to tell it to stay strong.

Because You are my strength, and I pray that it will stay this way, till the end of time."

The Mighty Has Fallen.

Hi.

          I have a question for you. Okay. Make it two. I have TWO questions for you.

                    1. Have you ever been in love?

                    2. How do you know it's love you're feeling?

          Hah! Lame topic, I know. First of all, Happy 2014. (Oh please, there's no need to roll your eyes. I'm not THAT late. It's still January. The Monday of the year.) I sincerely hope that 2013 left you warm memories if not scorching hot ones. As it did me. Did it? Kind of. *shrug* Well, yeah.

          Okay. Let's start with the first question. Have you ever been in love? 

I thought I have. I mooned over this one guy, let's call him Kyu, as in Kyuhyun, for nine years. NINE FREAKING YEARS. Or eight. Or seven. I don't know. But I can vouch that you can't count the years of the  severe mooning on one hand. As I need to specify the situation, let's just decide on nine. During the years, I did have my share of flings, but I insisted that my heart stay with Kyu. Because I thought that I love him. It's as simple as that. For me. At that time.

          One day, another guy appeared, (I'll call him Billie here, as in Billie Joe Armstrong). He came out of the blue, and said hi to me. I pushed him out though, because I fancy myself in love with Kyu. He chased, I ran. He chased some more, I ran farther. Then something happened. Something I couldn't even describe. The Indescribable Something. I gave up on Kyu, the very one that I have been pining over for nine years. Because I woke up from my hallucination and realised that I wasn't acting like myself whenever I am with Kyu. I tried too hard to please him that I lose track of who I really am. 

         As it was, Billie was always there for me. Because apparently the farther I ran, the harder he chased, and voila! He caught onto me. He's been here ever since. With me. By my side. And after all these times, I realised (Don't you think that I realised too many things?) that all the moonings, yearnings, pinings, and the rest of the synonyms, that I did aren't love at all. Just a severe, fat infatuation. I don't forget Kyu, but I feel nothing for him once I walked away. Not a pinch. This guy Billie, I am myself when I am with him. I do what I like. I say what I want. I own the world.

AM I IN LOVE?

          The second question now. How do you know that it's love you're feeling?

Truly, I don't know. I believe it to be different for each individual. Why? Because this;

You are waiting for your loved one. Right when you see his face, there's this fresh wind breezing in your face. Slow music starts to play, and you know it's love. Your friend, who is also meeting her partner, didn't hear anything, didn't feel any breeze whooshing in her face when her partner comes in. 

Who are you to say that she doesn't love her partner? *shrug*

          I have no idea at all how to define love. But what I know, I'll sacrifice a portion of my precious 8-hours sleep just to talk to him at night. And that, coming from me, means a lot. Because my 8-hours sleep is the most important thing to me. And I hate talking on the phone. But what else can I do. We are 806.11 KM apart. (Notice that I'm using the Metric System!) So yeah, we rely heavily on our phones to make this work. Yeah. Whatever.

           

          All I want to say is that, he might not be perfect, but I am imperfect too. Everybody is. Together, we are perfectly imperfect. It depends on you to look beyond the imperfection and accept your significant other the way they are. I might not know how to describe love, but pointing at your partner's flaws every now and then surely can't be it. You don't change the person you love, but you accept each other, embrace both goods and bads and I think you'll be fine at the end of it all. May we all stay in love forever. The kind of happy love. (What's the point of loving and loved if you're miserable? You might as well jump from a 13-storey building. You have a greater chance of dying without feeling the pain. 13, for bad luck. Meh.) 

I think I am in love. THIS is my declaration. What's yours?

p/s* It's flooding here in my country. No potato survived. I would have given you one if I could.

The Superiors and the Rest of the World

Greeting, Earthlings.

(If you're not from Planet Earth, well, I salute your ability to decipher codes. Teach me, will you? However, I don't recommend going here for a visit. We Earthlings just can't cope with outsiders too well. Mean lots, we are!)

Dear whoever-you-are, 

Have you ever stepped out of your front door without ever judging anyone you met? I guess not. Why? Because you're still human and humans are predictable. Why? Because we all have that bitchy little voice in our head, who talk without permission. Yep. But it's not a concern if only that little bitchiness who does all the judging. It became a problem when you yourself join in judging people around you.

What's a judging?

Please, oh please,  PLEASE tell me that you know I'm not talking about professional judges, whether in the judiciary system, or the reality TV world, or the sports field. I am talking about some people, who look down on certain people, just because those certain people don't meet the some people's standard. For example, You has a new hot co-worker at work. As she's way (waaaaay!) hotter than You, You would automatically assume that she's a feather-brained. Without even trying to get to know her. She smiles at You, You just smirk back. WTF You?

I'm a girl, but I'll admit that I have a crush on her. 

Don't get me wrong. I'm TOTALLY straight.

Why do people judge?
Why? It's simple. Because some of us think that they are superior than the rest of the human population. Maybe, just maybe, they're prettier, handsomer, richer, older, younger, cleaner, ___________, __________, __________, and whatever adjectives you think would suit. (Please fill in the gap yourself as I find it quite bothersome to do so. I do not accept SWAG tho!) And thus, just because they think they own all the adjectives above, they feel that it's their right to snub others. Yeah. Because the rest of us are Unicorns.

Soooooo, 
Unicorns or not, do you realise that we are exactly the same? (Well, put aside the colours, the heights, the weights, the missing organs and limbs.) We each have one heart that beats to the tune of life. We all bleed crimson. We feel. Most importantly, we don't sparkle. (No offense, Twi-hards!) So why do we discriminate people based on what we see? Fine. Some people are certainly too stupid to be considered. But one thing to ponder upon is, why are they acting the way they are? Maybe they met with some sort of accident when they were just infants, knocking their heads on the door beams, thus causing their brain to stop functioning like how they are supposed to. You know, that kind of stuff.

We all live on this sick Earth. Let's just live peacefully, won't we? We need each other, believe me. You need stupid people to look smarter. You need people to look ugly so your beauty stands out. (Let me remind you that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.) Women needs Men, vice-versa. Bosses needs workers. And Everybody needs Somebody. (Get what I mean?) Together, we'll be happy!!

Yeah. My laziness suddenly got over me. Here's a potato.

(Even my potato is full of love. What can I say? I'm a loving person.)

From a Teacher to Her Students, on Teachers' Day

Uh, hullo! 

     
     Today is the 16th of May and as we all know, it's TEACHERS' DAY!! Yay! (As if it makes any difference for me. No holiday. Boohoo!) To every teacher on Earth, this is your day. Go do something meaningful. (Why isn't there a special holiday to commemorate this day? Even the event for Teachers' Day are organised by teachers themselves. Tsk. Students these days!) Without me realizing it, it has been a little over a month since I first started this whole teaching business. My students still try my patience constantly. Especially my 17 years old students. I know I'm cute and everything, but asking your teacher out is still a no-no, dear. I'm older by 8 years than you and I'm looking for a guy with money. Heaps of it. (Surely by now you know that I'm a materialistic girl!) 

(Okay, I'm kidding about being cute. I love myself dearly, but it does sound vain to tell people that you're cute.)

     I'm not sure if my students read this, being terrified at English, as if the language is going to kill them or something. But if you are a student of mine, and you do read this, please, I'm begging you, THINK OF YOUR FUTURE. Think before you act, before you do something rash that will affect your precious future. You still have a very long way to go. This world is a massive place, explore it first, before you decide to settle on something worthwhile. Seriously, quitting school at fifteen to start a family is just, IDK, stupid? Come on, you're only fifteen! FIFTEEN!! Normal teenagers have crushes at fifteen, not spouses! Goodness!

     And dear students, please, STAY CLASSY! Especially girls. Stop swearing, cursing, cussing, or whatever it is people use nowadays. I understand the allure of uttering those crude words, I sometimes "blurt" them out myself. But trust me, you are abusing those poor words. Cursing in every single sentence your small foolish head conjured is just too much! What good would it do you? Maybe you don't care, but living in this judgmental world, sooner or later the weight of these judgements will get to you. You'll pay the price then.

     Dearest students, as hard as it is for you to believe, I do care for you. (Ha! Not to brag, but I find discriminating is totally hard!) And when you got punished for whatever wrong you did, trust me, my heart ached like crazy. Tsk. But then you grinned they thought they were praising you instead. Guess you are THAT great. *smh*  Don't you realise that the harder the teachers punished you, the deeper their love for you is? They come to school everyday, (EVERYDAY!) just to make sure that you get your share of knowledge. (Fine, we do work for money too. But hey, money is essential for our lives!) So why don't we take a little bit of our time, to think of what the future could bring us if we strive to grab it, instead of idly standing here, watching everyone else move forward and pass us by.

     Really, it never occurred to me to condemn you through this post. (Well, if you do think that way.) I just meant for you to know that at the end of the day, the most fortunate of all would be no one, but you. You still have an empty white canvas and you have the chance to decide what to draw on it. Not that I'm saying that we teachers don't get to choose our lives anymore, but our paths are limited now. But you my dear? You have this whole wide world to explore. Go on an adventure and don't let your irrationality tie you down. To the rest of the teachers, Happy Teachers' Day. God bless you.