I am an individual who chooses to be unique. I clearly am not scene,
emo, punk, etc. I am me. I really dislike it when people label me as this 'Harajuku-lover' (just because I am Japanese[?!] BULLSHIT!), etc (because
most of them are basically just posers)--and I am anything but a poser. I am nice to those who show me kindness, but I can be a bitch. I like profanity for I
see it as a heavily-influenced form of self-expression. If you have a problem with me and you start saying shit about me, I will retaliate and will give you
ten folds the bullshit you attempted to throw at my direction. Apart from that, I enjoy playing Ragnarok and the things I like include intelligent
writing, fiction, chocolate, colourful socks, color in its entirety, and the character Donald Duck from Disney.
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I won't be able to post tomorrow. Or rather, tonight--since I'm going to a party. But either way, I just had realisation. I want to go home. After reading my previous post, I realised how far I am from home, how much I wanted to hug my mum, harrass my dog, and annoy my maid. I miss them all so much, that I can't even deal with my problems as mature-ly as I used to. Call me a fucking wimp, but at least I'd actually admit that I'm homesick.
As awkward as it may be at times, I really do find it nice that Mrs. Badar is here. But I do envy Li, she has her mum around 24/7, doing the errands that she as a college student should be doing alone, but isn't. I guess Mrs. Badar isn't ready to give Li up just yet. I find it nice though, but I know that my mum would never do that for me.
My mum is someone who told me right from the beginning, "I want you to learn to stand alone." And she did make me stand alone. In a matter of days, she let me go, hardly even calling me every hour as she did the first day we parted.
I miss Nana, that funny face that looks like Selena Gomez. Nana who harrasses Barney her singing stuffed toy as she has become tired of her other stuffed toy (the one with no ears). Nana who tries her very best to 'defeat' that ball that resembles those balls from the colourful ball pool in McDonalds--but really just couldn't. I admire her perseverance though, as she does this every night. *follow follow ball tries to bite cannot bite, etc.*
And my maid, Marissa. She's been with us (my mum and I) ever since I moved to the Philippines. She's been with us through the times that my mum was single to the time she got married (again), and back to where we started. Although she has her mood swings, I really do miss her cooking and her laundry. I want nice smelling towels, not the *use-this-towel-for-one-week* towel.
I miss my bed and the television, but most of all, sleeping with Nana and mum on that little bed we prefer as opposed to our queen sized beds. The smaller, the snugglier (?!)
Now this is a rant, I've no moral lesson to convey. But I hope you still read it.
Thanks, I feel better now. Finally signing off. Good night, my sunshine.