Sometimes I lost myself. Losing myself is not that scary I think. The scariest thing is that I lost the faith and believe in others. I don’t trust anyone. I am completely isolated. I don’t know why since small I am like that. It’s so hard for stranger to have a place in my heart. And, I believe in the bad things. I believe in this reality, what comes out from other people’s mouth not exactly like what they think. That’s the worst thing. Losing faith.
And, I am always pleased to see beautiful friendship. Frienship without stains, full of sincerity and enthusiasm. That’s one of the things that keep someone going on when a person met the trough. I am enthralled by the post written in their (primary friend’s) blog. I never thought that they would become so mature like now. Once, I feel guys are so childish, all they know are football and beautiful ladies only. Wow..time just flies so fast. The moment I blinked my eyes, all of them was growing and changing dramatically. They made me realised in this reality, there was still care, warmth and support. I learnt from you all.
Friends, in my eyes, they are part of my life. Sometimes, I really wish I can met great friends and have a shoulder to cry on when I am sad. But, I never done my part as a friend. Guess I am not that kind of person who easily express her inner side to others. Yup, difficult to approach me. I am sombong la..o I am very clever (once in primary school, not anymore)..those were the comments I received from my friends. Then, they said first met you, I thought you very sombomg, but after getting along with you some times, you actually not sombong. I think that’s the reason la…. I tried to make some changes in me, not to look that sombong and smiled often.
You know what happened then?
sure, you wouldn’t know.
It’s freaking scary.
Here, although this story happened when I was in primary school or secondary I forgot edi la..On one particular saturday, I followed my family as usual going to the supermarket to buy groceries. I was looking at the food I wanted to buy that I did not noticed there was one odd-looking malay behind me. He was pretending like he also wanted to buy things and searching, although his back against my back, but I could feel someone touch my butt. At first, I thought he just accidentally touch and I forgot it easily. But….but…
But….walao..he was following me like a pervert wherever I went, I sort of gone crazy, couldn’t do anything (I did plan to shout, but my face is so thin and too embarrasing) and I rushed to my mom. He still followed me….*.* I told my mom that someone touch my butt, but her respond was ‘ see la…everyday smile at stangers …see la…strangers think that you are that kind of ’shuibian’ woman.’ When I heard this, I nearly cried…where got such mother de..I was so innocent.
My sis overheard our conversations and asked me where was the guy. I looked around and searched him up and down. ( haha ..now i got more people..See if I am only the one who got grabbed..or I will cut off your hands with so many people by my side now.. ) No sign of him, not even shadow..he ran away liao..haiz…my sis then very kepo told my dad. My dad asked “‘Huh? where is he now?” with stern expression on his face. I think if he has a knife, he will chop that man’s hands down. We just answered ‘haiya…gone already la.’ Haha..I tell you the feeling of being protected is A.W.E.S.O.M.E
never smile to stranger anymore ;P
