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Sunday, July 5, 2009
A Very Cheem Post
Pre-note: Long blog post. Not inspired by anyone, so no asking me who I'm talking about because I'm only talking about me here.

I am no coward. No one gets to mess with me.

I am sick of the way students have been moulded, to conform to society's ideals, and talk and act normal.

I don't mind being controversial.

You laugh at me because I am different, I laugh at you because you are all the same.

I am who I am.

No one can change that. Even when I grow up and get surgically-enhanced boobs, or when I dye my hair blonde next year, or when I get terribly disfigured in a freak accident at a petrol station, I will still be me.

You have to love me, embrace me, and accept me for who I am.

If you don't, then get a stick and shove it up your ass because i don't believe in changing one's self to please others. Like that no point in living. If you just want to be a people pleaser, might as well get paid by whoring yourself.

I will change for those I love, my friends and family, but they love me and take me for who I am so I don't expect them to request me to change to please them. I am brutally honest and I speak my mind. I am opinionated, and some might say it's not a good thing, but at least, it's me. Original me.

If you hate me, is repulsed by me, doesn't like my blog, doesn't like my looks, doesn't like my swearing, doesn't like my FRIENDS, then well, I don't give a shit. As long as you keep quiet and hate me, I don't mind. It's impossible to write what you think without people disagreeing. It's a part of writing.

This is my space for my opinions, my thoughts, my friends, my family. I am funny at times, emo at times, and sarcastic at times. That is me. If I blog like I'm fake, well, you're wrong. But I don't owe you an explanation.

I swear in my blog. So? 16-year-old girls studying in single-sex convents can't swear? I like to swear in my writing. It's very amusing and injects livelihood in what I'm doing. It also sounds funny at times. And it's good to express through too. It's colourful and I like it.

My credibility as a blogger, will remain intact if I'm honest about my opinions. Some think that better avoid trouble, don't blog about what you feel about, just do the same old crap, school, love life, party, studies, religion, loving one's parents, bla bla. There are many sucessful bloggers out there doing that but ME, I like to blog like this.

I'm not going to get cowed into anything because of my writing. I love blogging. But it's not blogging that I love so much that I will let my life get into trouble or conflict. It's my integrity, and my freedom. It symbolises something, you know? Having your voice cut off is something I hate. I know peaceful life better lah, but is it worth it? Not getting into trouble but never honest and expressive? Of course, there's nothing wrong with a nice existence, I mean if got conflict everyday then life expectancy for humans will get shorter sure wan.

If I want to save myself the trouble and go all normal, it will feel like I'm running away. I don't like that. I don't run away when my friends or family need me. I don't run away when everything seems bleak. I don't run away when I am cornered. I don't wan tto run away when my opinions are challenged either.

Some don't have many opinions to talk about, and some have conformed to society. But as long as I'm not totally bland and characterless, I would like to make my character felt in every way possible. Because that's my definition of life. Some people want a good, peaceful, no-trouble life, but I feel that what' s life without spice? Of course, spice isn't for everyone. Some like porridge, some like curry. I know I'm only 16 and I have many many many things to learn, but I would like to learn them myself, with no coercion from anyone. I no longer want to indulge in the drama in class or at school because I can see Edith and mum and Pn. R's point now. It is so goddamn childish. Might as well steal each other's pencils and stick out your foot when they walk down the aisle. Or say "LALALALALA" when they talk. (That is super duper the most annoying thing a kid could do).

Well, I am who I am, and no one can change me. Only I can change myself. And only if I want to.

I repeat, I don't care if you hate me, because no one is asking you to read on, are they? If you don't like, don't read. If not, kek xim till heart attack nia. Because if you aren't running away from reading even though it pisses you, then I most certainly won't run away from my own opinions either.

Remember, I love myself, if you don't I don't give two hoots, because you are certainly not worth my time. No one is asking you to read, unless of course you love me too much and can't help yourself!

I Love Me Too.

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