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>>this is the result of cracking my test during the English test:)

Throughout my Earthly existence of sixteen years carrying the resemblance of a female, I have indeed come to notice many traits of my being. I have come to the realization that each soul is distinct and one of a kind. Well, we Malaysians are certainly known for our pious judgements but judging oneself from the yes of others is definitely not an easy task to accomplish. There are many things that I do not favour about myself but sometimes, I wonder why we humans are never happy with what we have.

"Mum, can I please go for a rebonding session?" Yes, I cannot seem to understand why I dislike my natural wavy hair so much. For instance, I do not even like to look at it each morning. My messy, tangled hair gets on my nerves twice as much as my brother's annoyance does. is it not pathetic not to like your own hair? I know that we are supposed to be happy with what we are gifted with but in this century where almost everyone, excluding yourself has done some form of make-over, how can a teenage girl be expected to be contented with the way she looks?

The next thing I honestly dislike of myself is my inability to keep my room in order.You might be wondering whether I ever tidy it up. Of course I do, It's just that it gets back to its original state of messiness in a matter of days, sometimes even hours. Each day, as I march forward and make my way up the cluster of stairs to my haven, I know that I will be greeted by the clutter. My dressing table is almost always disorganized, my study desk will be "screaming" to be arranged and sometimes, I have to pay serious attention when opening the doors of my pink Minnie Mouse wardrobe. You see, I do not want to be befallen by the stacks of clothes that I have secretly jammed into it!

Besides the hair and lack of discipline to keep my room neat, I also do not like my explosive emotions. I sulk and frown when things are not done in ways I like them to. I even resort to staying all alone in my room just to get ahold of myself. Most of my friends assume that it is just PMS getting the upper hand but I know better. You certainly cannot be having premenstrual syndrome continuously for three hundred sixty-five days are year, can you? Each time I am raged with anger, I start to hurt those who mean so much to me. It hurts me to think that I make them upset due to my irresponsible lack of self-control. But I do know that I am working hard to change this negative side of me and I just can't wait for the moment I becom ea sensible girl.

"Kavita, when are yo ugoing to stop losing your belongings?"Just the other day, I misplaced my favourite pink scrunchie and the day before, I lost a stammering amount of RM250 in teh neighbourhood mall. Last week, I left my Olympus camera at my granny's and teh entire family was so agitated with me because we could not snap photographs during the Festival of Lights. I do blame myself. I am just too carelss for my won good. Did you know that I lose a minimum of two pens on a daily basis? The worst part is I never seem to be able to retrace it. I have tried using Post-it notes on my refrigerator to remind myself to be more careful but nothing seems to be able to cure me of this "disease". I just cannot imagine if I have to spend a night on my house porch if I forget to bring the house key when I leave home.I will be mugged and robbed off my belongings for sure!

Let us now get to the part of me which I have grown to love. I love my voice and my smile. My family and friends enjoy listening to me as I sing along to the hit number "My Heart Will Go On" from the award-winning movie Titanic. It makes me feel so intoxicated with pleasure when I see them smiling. I love my smile too. It is simply because it makes me feel good. A wide grin followed by a hearty laugh adds some shimmer into my otherwise challenging life. As I smile, I get to enjoy the glazing sunlight,the beauty of dimmed moonlight and even listening to the sweet whispers of the wind. I fee lucky to be alive. I feel luckier to be able to breathe the invisible air around me.

Everyone has their good qualities and certain bad behaviour that they wish to amend. So do I. I want to change for the better. I do not want to regret my wrong-doings in the futurea dn I still believe that time is stil around for me to give way to the better side of me. For the moment, I am happy with myself and each day, I count my blessings for being born in a perfect body. I shall cherish myself because I am aware that to be able to love someone, we should first love ourself, Cheers to my future of many more happy years to come!

>> hope u had a fun read :)
chiowss for now and adios!!