Honestly
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I’m missing the days where I could whip up a post spontaneously and still make it good for people to read. Good things have happened, but nothing extraordinary. I could complain and rant about something in an exaggerated and dramatic fashion, but besides the fact that I have nothing much to complain about, I hardly complain to anyone anymore. Somewhere along the road from high school to college, I lost a lot of my personable-ness and became a whole lot more private. Whenever I do have something to complain about, I hold back. I would rather let the problem sort itself out than have my friends share the weight of the problem with me. I would rather hold my tongue than risk being told that my problem was so minute and that I’m being superficial, worrying about it. I would rather bottle up than have my problem brushed aside like a fly on the wall. It’s got to the point where I no longer know if a problem is really a problem, or a fly on the wall.
Did I just emotionally become a lot tougher, or a lot weaker?
I still can’t decide.
I am not being emo! I had a perfectly good day, for the record! It’s just that this is something about myself that I’ve only just discovered. Aren’t you flattered that I’m telling you? (:
Labels: Musings
INTRODUCING
Name: Louise
13 April 1992
You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.
I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.
This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.
What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.
Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.
I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!
Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.
*GRINS* :D
Honestly
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I’m missing the days where I could whip up a post spontaneously and still make it good for people to read. Good things have happened, but nothing extraordinary. I could complain and rant about something in an exaggerated and dramatic fashion, but besides the fact that I have nothing much to complain about, I hardly complain to anyone anymore. Somewhere along the road from high school to college, I lost a lot of my personable-ness and became a whole lot more private. Whenever I do have something to complain about, I hold back. I would rather let the problem sort itself out than have my friends share the weight of the problem with me. I would rather hold my tongue than risk being told that my problem was so minute and that I’m being superficial, worrying about it. I would rather bottle up than have my problem brushed aside like a fly on the wall. It’s got to the point where I no longer know if a problem is really a problem, or a fly on the wall.
Did I just emotionally become a lot tougher, or a lot weaker?
I still can’t decide.
I am not being emo! I had a perfectly good day, for the record! It’s just that this is something about myself that I’ve only just discovered. Aren’t you flattered that I’m telling you? (:
Labels: Musings
