It seems to be meme-fest recently. I do the pick-and-select ones, and sometimes I pick up the really lame ones. Some memes you get tagged, some memes you choose to do. Maybe at times like today, you need to confess a little, you know, get down to your roots.
After all, many have accused me of losing my self really, when the fact is, the environment has changed, my reality has change, and I am not the same as you, never before, never ever.
I like confessions. Do try this meme. It's a good one. They hardly are.
I am that baby that owes her life to science.
I am the daughter that cried on the plane when they took me home to Malaysia.
I am the daughter who tugged at your skirts when you dropped me off at a school.
I am the daughter who took her ink and brushes into the bathroom to complete my homework left undone during the holidays, only to stain my whole butt with chinese ink on the first day of school.
I am the daughter who banged her head against a sink, hiding under it to escape the claps of lightening and thunder.
I am the girl who cried during my first period, thinking I had poo-ed in my panties.
I am the niece who bet you a thousand bucks that I would score straight As in a government examination.
I am the student who read Mills & Boons by hiding them behind Sejarah Malaysia Tingkatan Empat.
I am the friend who stained her pinafore with blood, in the middle of a Sixth Form meeting.
I am the girl who had a crush on you for six whole years, never daring to tell you, until after I found another.
I am the girl who went out with you because you could be nice to experiment as a first.
I am the girl who brought you to your university, and waited to see if your lousy STPM results would still make you a doctor.
I am the girlfriend who thought you the world, and fought like mad to keep you forever.
I am the girl who cried like an idiot, when you dumped me unexpectedly, only because I thought love was supposed to last forever.
I am the ex-girlfriend who wrote great long poems, thinking they would bring you home.
I am the girl who gave you cookies, just because you asked for them.
I am the girl who fought and scratched at you, and then gave up hope because we would never make it.
I am the evil ex-girlfriend from hell who still asked you for gifts after we broke up. Oh shame on me.
I am the friend who refuses to attend your reunions because I want to keep the peace and avoid mayhem.
I am the friend whose car you drove and rammed into a pillar. FUCK YOU!
I am the friend who told you to try writing, and keeping a journal, because it shapes character.
I am the girl who said yes and smiled at you, when you offered me the keys to your car.
I am the girl who spent sleepless nights, thinking about the messages you sent to my cellphone.
I am the girl who told you about the concept of solitary confinement.
I am the girl who eagerly said 'yes', when you finally asked.
I am the girlfriend whose life you light up every day, every minute, every second that I think about you.
I am the girlfriend who threw up all over you the first time you saw me drunk, stripped off my bra the second time you saw me drunk, and the same girlfriend who caused your car to skid into the divider (because of the shock of seeing me stripping off my innerwear).
I am the lousy girlfriend who walked out of your car because of a stupid quarrel over what-was-that-again?
I am the woman who found her grounding because you made me try again.
I am the woman who eagerly waits… till… erm…
I am the friend who switched off my cellphone, while you tried calling me to tell me you needed me.
I am the friend who wishes that I could be there for you when you went through the problems in your life.
I am the friend who sometimes wish I was more tactful, but hopes that you realize that I never wear a mask.
I am the friend who is occasionally at a lost for words.
I am the woman who is minishorts.net and is still trying to come to grips with the fact that things will never be the same again.
I am the woman who speaks her mind, seldom minces her words, and hardly winces because some things just have to be said.
I am the woman who is scrutinized and spoken of, insulted and hated, admired and loved, and I realize…
… in the end, it doesn't matter.
I'm just me, and in the end, I don't even matter.