'take one' ?

Bismillah.

Shall i start writing ?

(Because there's always a start for everything!)
i still remember how back then i first started writing. tho the memory is a bit shadowy :) . 
i was 5. i started my first writing of ABC 123 with my left hand! (i was born to be left-handed!)
But after going to kindergarten, all my friends started to tease me saying that i was weird,

"ee kenapa tulis pakai tangan tu ? semua pakai tangan kanan." 

"orang guna tangan kiri untuk basuh air kecik/besar je la!"

"you cant be friends with us. youre pelik"

funny how i actually cared about all those hurtful comments they said. 
It was The first day of school, 
On the same day, i went home and literally practised writing with my right hand!

i guess my little me was trying hard to fit with them cruel classmates :( i can vividly recall how it felt, to be isolated.

That was when i was 5. even a tiny girl can have that kind of feeling. the feeling of wanting to be accepted. 
what more to say of those who are 10 ? 15 ? or even 30 ?
some people just want to feel welcomed, and feel like they belong to something.

And, my little me. so small and innocent. how did she even had the idea that she wasnt accepted ? 

Yep, the comments. 

Those bashful comments, (though of course they were never right), but was uttered upon her face,
she was in delusion. she was deceived by the words of majority. 

and until today. i am right-handed. 



i wish i could give a warm hug to every lost soul out there, who ever felt the same,

i wish i could pat you on the back, and say :

"the world would be incomplete without you
everybody was born different. so its fine i tell you.

we have our own colour, 
no one shall ever paint us with the same brush ;)"


tak tahulah merepek apa ni. lul. random and rambang. veery!