HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! :D

Today is my birthday, again. I should be happy mar. Not only I should be happy, I should be the happiest girl in the world mar. I should remember today as one of the nicest birthdays I had mar (somewhat) instead of the worst birthday in my life.

Who are all these ppl who said I’ve changed or that I’m holding on to what I used to be? I doubt they even knew who I really am. I only am evaluated by strangers I see everyday. Strangers, that’s the best word I can use to describe you now.

I’ve always been like this: critical of myself, critical of my work, critical of everything about me. That’s only ‘coz I love myself so much, I don’t want compromise on quality. I should be the physical reflection of what I know I am in my mind.

I know I have imperfections, but it’s always been me to be shinning my brass to as near to perfection as possible. It won’t be me to leave it alone. I will always be working at improving and keeping myself nearest to my ideal self. This is my commitment to myself. This is me.

Always been. Always will.

I’m still a hopeless romantic. Still hopeless, still romantic. haha! Half of that is at least truer than the other.

I’m currently unable to move faster bcoz it’s really physically harder to move. It’s getting harder to move past that stage to help myself now. Everyday it’s a struggle to get hold of me. I feel like an android phone most of the time, unable to do all I want and need to do everyday bcoz of the underpowered battery. I need to sleep more and more. This is not me. I’m frustrated at that.

What is this? It does sound like an excuse. I keep overcoming it everyday. It’s sometimes overcame. Other times, it’s just that.

To naeboo v2012, get better. Here’s to more and more improvements. To get back on track. :D

It can be hard to remember I’m the most important person in the world to myself sometimes. This is being realistic, not selfish.

Love me, hate me, what you see is what you choose to see. That’s your problem. Not mine.

“It’s better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you’re not,” –Marilyn Monroe