Call me imperfect but i believe that these imperfections make me perfect.
In this era, we always strive for perfection. Don't deny it, i know you do too! To score that High Distinction in your studies, or to get that dream girl/guy of yours, or to earn as much moo-lah as possible. Although we sometimes don't achieve what we strive for, but we definitely cannot deny that we wish for perfection to exist in our lives. The sad thing is, we're not perfect.
In fact, i'm imperfect in many ways. For one, i have a HUGE ego. Yes, that also means i'm a very difficult person to deal with, especially when you've bruised my ego.
Not to mention my terrible terrible temper, especially when i'm bothered or stuck in a massive jam.
And people had also pressed on my anorexic-ness when i had a bad health condition back then. And now, they have a problem with my weight because i cannot fit into my pants anymore.
Owh, and you don't know how much of a klutz i am? Just a few days ago, i bang-ed my knee on the tap and a small chunk of meat came off. Then when i was throwing rubbish, i scratched my leg against a plastic basket, now it looks horrible. The other scar i got was from flipping through my dvd collection.
Lately, i feel incredibly stupid. This might be due to the fact that i screwed up my exams. Owh well, let the bygones be bygones right.
The whole point of this post is to tell you that we are imperfect. However, I would like to say I am perfectly imperfect, and I am proud of it.
photo credits to *link*
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