UNO word DesCrIpTioN

Interviewer: Describe yourself in ONE word.
Interviewee: … ?

Luckily, the interviewer in my case is my sister. Or else, the interviewer would have to move on to the next question after looking at my indecisive expression for HOURS…
My sister did move on to her next topic of conversation… (Not a very patient person, she is…or did I really take that long to decide?!)

Indecisive. That’s the 1st word that came up to my mind. But it wouldn’t sound good saying that u’re an indecisive person to ur soon-to-be boss… So I thought of other words… words after words starting swarming to my mind. The words swam in my brain while I tried to figure out what I do and feel every single day…

Then it dawned on me… ALMOST everything that I do, I do it based on it. Whether it’s positive or negative, my daily decisions are made after I was sure that I didn’t breach the word. HEARTFELT.

I couldn’t stand feeling bad whenever I had to cancel a meeting with friends, families, or anyone. I couldn’t help but think about what other people would feel if I do this or that. The voices in my heart are so audible that I couldn’t let my phlegmatic side win. I will do anything to amend the inconveniences I’ve caused to other people. Whether it’s running errands for my sister when she’s mad at me, or simply making up another day to meet up with that other person. These are all the positives. My faults or mistakes have caused the situations to arise.

The negatives could be when I had to say NO to some things. Relationships without a future, clashing meet ups with two different friends, and even my family’s constant errands… Some REAL experiences (could be useful for… err…who knows who…hehe)

I should’ve frankly rejected a guy’s confession. Instead, I took more than 2 hours to make up all the reasons I could think of that would put him off the idea of going out with me. NOTE: 2 hours.

I should’ve turn down a school friend’s offer to meet up when I already had plans with my church friends. Instead, I offered to hang out together. Not only were there awkward moments, but I also had to speak in two different languages throughout the day!!

I should’ve just asked my sister to get the glass of water herself. Instead, I took it for her out of my own will after telling her off then seeing her frowned and said, ‘oh well…I’ll get it later then…’

There are truly many more experiences… but I couldn’t possibly write all down here…

Aniwae… after telling the ‘Uno Word Description of Myself', ever thought what yours might be?!

Perfection

Are you a perfectionist? I am. A perfectionist is someone who wants everything to be perfect in their own ways. It can be a very extreme one, or it can be just a perfectionist in a certain area. Ehmm…let me see where I fall into…I think around the middle… (Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to make it look like a random thing)

I didn’t realize I was one at first. Of course, who realize their bad character/habit at first??!?! Anyway… I’m not going to tell you how I finally realize it ‘cos it’s a…little…SECRET!!!^^ I still can’t distinguish which of my actions or words is considered a perfectionist, but since somethin’ happened recently, I’ll tell u about that...

I’ve been wanting something so badly. I want it so specific. It HAS to be that certain colour. (Okay, dun start freaking out now first, that’s just the start!!) As natural would always have it its way, the colour was unavailable. What’s next? Of course is the ‘I HATE WAITING’ line again. But, obviously, I had to if I want THAT colour. And I want it. So I wait. Not a very long time, just excruciatingly LONG… (note the sarcasm…hehe~ )

Ever thought of giving up? Of course!! Umpteenth times!! But when the moment I had to really choose the OTHER colour (FYI it’s not a bad colour or anything, just not special enough for me… man…what’s with me?!), I couldn’t do it, and decided to put myself into that waiting path again.

Then, an incident pushed my patience to the limit. My sista and her bf were using the phones, but, yea…the OTHER colour. I really wanted to just shout to inner self, ’WHAT IS WRONG WITH U?!?! what’s wrong with having another colour? It’s just colours…’ But those were merely words. Inner, angered words. I still waited, but has come to a really desperate point. Maybe not because of the phone, but the exhaustion of the little war I have with myself.

Who won? Well…as you would’ve guessed, my perfectionist character won. I got the phone in my specific colour. YEAY!! ~~ but the excitements, joy and celebrations happening inside me couldn’t possibly be shared with everyone surrounding me. Worse still, they might even think that I’m such a freak… sigh… but sparkling champagne glasses, victory songs, and all the PARTYING have started!!! ^^

So, back to my perfectionist talk, I am a perfectionist. I liked things to be in my special way. I want them badly. But I realized in life, some things, no lemme correct that… A LOT of things wouldn’t go according to our ways. Those are MIRACLES. SURPRISES. BLESSINGS. They brought sadness, pain, and disappointments initially. But finally, they brought exceeding joy, overwhelming comfort, and overboard happiness. So, be joyful people!