Anyway, happy reading.
I'm going to rake the readers here back again.
After some cleanups.
And to you, who's not my relative but being assumed to be, I hope you get what you're looking for here.
In real fact, I don't. Hah!
Notice:
"You don't really smile at all. You have that bitchy resting face."
And I am flaunting it. In my own way, of course.
Here's the truth.
It's not that I hate to smile, I'm just a very serious person.
I mean that. Fully.
I know how much I limit myself to fun and jokes.
To that extend I do not mind critical conducive critics bombed at me.
I fight when I have to. I do not get involved into someone else's matters basically because, I am really lazy.
I analyse every single thing people say about me.
If I damn well know it's a false account, I will make a ruckus, out of that person.
Not immediately, I take my chances pouncing onto their blind side.
So, in conclusion, I am contented with what I have in my life.
I think a lot.
I want to smile but most of the time, my thoughts are overwhelming that the channel didn't get through on time for me to smile.
The process gets slower, for some unknown apparent reason.
I return smiles. After 3 seconds.
Not on purpose, like I said, the process gets slower.
I laugh more than I smile and I know there's so many people out there having the same issues as I am.
I'm not going to tell you to "Stay Strong", "Live your Life", "Doesn't matter what others have to say about you, Love yourself" or "As long as you're happy, just stay" .
Cliche, I must say.
I'm telling you to smile more, even when you have to force yourself to.
Find comedy in things and laugh. Laugh your heart out, not literally.
I laugh a lot. There's always the typical bunch of people who're able to make me laugh instantly.
My students. For the so many batches I've taught for the last almost a decade, I've met so many jovial potentials.
I study the children every day. One after generation after another, they're different.
P.S I will blog about children on an another date with my blog. :)
But I must credit my non-smiling face.
It's the face that the children are afraid of. Even though most of the older ones are taller and bigger than me, they dare not make me angry.
I'm blessed that way. Hehe.
This face of mine, credits to Allah, is the face that makes me who I am, brought me where I go.
Even though I don't smile a lot, people don't really want to get close to me and have wrong assumptions of my character, I am blessed.
I am fully contented with everything I'm given in this life.
My students always take me as either the 'Monster' or the 'Stepmother'.
But the best that I've been getting by them is 'The Best Teacher' or 'The Best Sister'.
I started teaching at a very young age. My age gap back then with the children was small.
Currently, it's the different generation. The gap is bigger.
Never disown whatever you have even though it's something someone else have bad comments on.
Flaunt it, in any appropriate way you can find.
Once people had comments about my character being arrogant, I received love from children who find me to be loving to them.
Ok bye
