Day 22: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.

Dear I,

Here I am, writing to you again. By again, I wrote to you not too long ago here. You used to visit my blog once in awhile, but I know you're too caught up in your own life to read some self-centered pieces of mine. Or rather, you're too immersed in your own 'tragic' problems to remember this friend of yours.

I hate how you are such a pessimist. I hate how I treated you as a great friend for all these years, and I had your back when my other friends thought badly of you. I hate how you claim that you are such a wronged person, but actually you just don't seem to want to admit that you are in the wrong. You push the blame to others, and you just refuse to grow up and admit that you can't be right all the time.

You'll never know how your message made me cry. You'll never understand how disappointed I am in you.

You're mocking me. You're insulting me, despite how serious I am about everything that had happened.

Hate is such a strong word.

But because of all that you'd done, I really do believe I hate you. I don't just dislike you, I really, sincerely, hate you.

Go and continue being a negative loser. I'll just have to pretend that I never had a friend like you, or known you. I give up trying to help you, since you refused to be helped.


P.S. You don't even know what P.S. stands for, when you'd always bragged about how great your English is and always criticising others for their English skills. It stands for postscript, idiot. And yes, I'm still going to sign off with my name at the end. I don't find it funny, unfortunately. To think I thought that I knew you well. I guess not, since I obviously don't get your sense of humour.

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
Or…you can click hereto go back to reading!

Day 22: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.

Dear I,

Here I am, writing to you again. By again, I wrote to you not too long ago here. You used to visit my blog once in awhile, but I know you're too caught up in your own life to read some self-centered pieces of mine. Or rather, you're too immersed in your own 'tragic' problems to remember this friend of yours.

I hate how you are such a pessimist. I hate how I treated you as a great friend for all these years, and I had your back when my other friends thought badly of you. I hate how you claim that you are such a wronged person, but actually you just don't seem to want to admit that you are in the wrong. You push the blame to others, and you just refuse to grow up and admit that you can't be right all the time.

You'll never know how your message made me cry. You'll never understand how disappointed I am in you.

You're mocking me. You're insulting me, despite how serious I am about everything that had happened.

Hate is such a strong word.

But because of all that you'd done, I really do believe I hate you. I don't just dislike you, I really, sincerely, hate you.

Go and continue being a negative loser. I'll just have to pretend that I never had a friend like you, or known you. I give up trying to help you, since you refused to be helped.


P.S. You don't even know what P.S. stands for, when you'd always bragged about how great your English is and always criticising others for their English skills. It stands for postscript, idiot. And yes, I'm still going to sign off with my name at the end. I don't find it funny, unfortunately. To think I thought that I knew you well. I guess not, since I obviously don't get your sense of humour.

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