The Rebellious Side Of Me :(
Wednesday, 21 November 2012 • 01:43 • 0 comments
I rebel. I am a teenager, you are teenager, and you rebel too ! How i wish my parents know how hard I am doing, learning things where I don't really want to. I know we need education, kids nowadays doesn't suit this kind of education. Where everyone study for the sake of exams. We want fun-learning-system. I didn't mean that I hate studies. If I could decide, I would like to do things that I really want, and not going to the institution to study things that base on my grades for every big exams I sit. Or maybe going to the institute where I have to follow the etiquette. Wearing baju kurung with light blue kain and tudung with badges on for secondary. We teenagers rebel, people said 'Rules were made to be broken', we break the rules. I want to work at places where I want to. You know what I mean? You wanted to do engineering but your parents want you to become a successful Doctor or Accountant wannabe. This mean I have to fake myself, pretend that I like what they really did for me to be successful. I wanna be myself. Where everyone accept me for who I am.
Have you ever surrounded by pretty and hot people? And you get insecure out of nowhere. Where you start to compare you colour tones, your face, your body shape with hers. And for guys who have six or eight or numerous packs and muscles, you'll go like "Oh shit, he's hot!' and you start to look at yourself from head to toe. Get a mirror for yourself and start complaining that your ass were too small, your nose are imperfect, you need braces for your teeth and all of sudden your confidence level decline. Started being fake, wear inches of make up on your face, start to go to gym to get tons of packs on your body. This reflect ! I hate being around pretty people with flawless skin, bright skin and skinny body. There are so much to be compare :( How can I even be myself when I am too small to be compared. That sometimes I choose to avoid cameras and avoid being around people who have perfect flaw. Some said 'Semua masalah boleh diselesaikan, semua penyakit ada ubat, kecuali mati'. This is true, when I come on my nerve. Yes, we have surgery and specialist to fix our flaw, we have trainer and delicious healthy food to take to get healthy weight, we have adobe photoshop and tons of photo editor to edit our pictures to be good, we have counsellor to share our problems with and others that can solve our problems. Let others judge you, and be yourself, be who you wanna be. Be confident in everything you do.
I always look myself on a bad side. I always think why am I so stupid, why did I trouble my parents so much, why did i want to be someone else when I can be myself. There will be only you, one and only you in this world. Even if you have twins, you wont be sharing the same brain, unless if you're kind of 'biological twins' who share brains or any other part of the body. For me, I am Nur Izzati, there will be no other Nur Izzati, with the same dad, even if you have the same name with others still your fingerprint wont be the same. Stop being fake, just be yourself, accept your flaws, you don't have to be perfect cause God has create you that way. You don't have to complain or questions why did you ever exist in this way. You, yourself are pretty, you have good looks. You might be lack of something, but you must be good in doing other things that you're really good at. Pro and contra.
Hye, It's AAA here. Welcome to Pastel darls. Loving someone who doesn't love you back hurts like hell, you feel it?
Tekan buttons dekat bawah nih kalau nak tengok Profile, Friends and Tutorials
URL blog not email
Put ur link correctly
No harsh words please?
Behind the Scene
Template Basecode : Najmi Supian
Header : AtiQah
Linkies code : WANA
Re-Edited : Izaty