celebrate who you are
you know it's the time of the year again when i get lost in the maze of crowds and mass of faces. i try to shout out 'hey it's me' and my voice gets drowned in the increasing pandemonium. i get stereotyped by first impressions and defined by personality tests that i take. people judge me by the path i chose and my internal strive begins once more. where is the unique being i was born into? where is me as a person? where is the individual who strives to be uncommon yet yearns for belonging? the ironies i understand least of all the sardonic humour of the one above. =] if i may...
I am evon. It's all about celebrating who you are not what you become.I am a sakae sushi patron. The people who snub such food are really critics wannabe.
I am a food connoisseur. It’s basically appreciating food that suits my taste.
I think morbid thoughts about death when driving alone.
I can drink. 2 shots max.
I am a fool for love and good old romance.
I get bored of intellectual topics.
I was from an elite school but never quite the elitist.
I dress according to my mood and it can be hazardous at times.
I have naturally wavy hair which gives a totally new meaning to bed hair.
I am adverse to crowds. They make me grumpy.
I am patient and tolerant but hot weather makes me snap.
I am a meat person.
I don’t donate.
I am irritated by Singaporeans who refuse to move to the back on trains.
I am boisterous in the company of good friends.
I have the worst hand leg coordination.
I have a problem with cleanliness or rather the lack of it. I try to wash my hair every other day too.
I have many issues and getting through life is just the tip of the iceberg.
I can't squat with both feet flat on the ground.
I keep what little faith I have in me for a rainy day.
I know now that wounds really do heal with time.
I am selfish and mean in my own little way with a me-first kind of attitude.
I am pampered and sheltered as everyone knows it but I believe I am a better person than many others living in their own world.
I am still prone to breakout at this age. Tell me about it.
I have a problem with platonic relationships because I sincerely don't believe they exist.
I am a good listener but never the storyteller.
posted by novie @ 9:35 PM
whatever makes me happy
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