Friday, 20 July 2012

stronger




Character flaw

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
In the creation and criticism of fictional works, a character flaw is a limitation, imperfection, problem, phobia, or deficiency present in a character who may be otherwise very functional. The flaw can be a problem that directly affects the character's actions and abilities, such as a violent temper. Alternatively, it can be a simple foible or personality defect, which affects the character's motives and social interactions, but little else.
Flaws can add depth and humanity to the characters in a narrative. For example, the sheriff with a gambling addiction, the action herowho is afraid of heights, or a lead in a romantic comedy who must overcome his insecurity regarding male pattern baldness are all characters whose flaws help provide dimension. Perhaps the most widely cited and classic of character flaws is Achilles' famous heel.
In general, flaws can be categorized as minormajor, or tragic.





what does it feels like? being reminded over and over again that you're wrong, that you have too many flaws, that you are worthless and pathetic. 


it hurts. no matter how strong your heart is, a part of you must die a little. no matter how you tell yourself over and over again that you are special, that it means nothing, the words must occur again and again in your head. chanting those terrible words you don't want to hear. you tried to block them out, you tried to think of other things, you tried not to hold grunge, but no, it can't go. it hit your weakness, right in the spot.


when you finally forget, they come again, and again. they strike you many times. they keep hurting you. they keep telling you that you are nothing. that everything you do will not change your flaws. and that you are a loser.


you object, all those things they're saying can't be right. you chose not to believe them, you use all your willpower to ignore them, but there's a really tiny voice inside your head, saying 'maybe they're right. maybe i'm a loser'


you finally succumb. you surrender. you take all the nasty words they're saying. you started to believe those words. you started to take them all. you started to accept your weakness, and maybe, they are right. you are weak. your mind is just too easy to play with. it hurts you more and more, leaving deep wounds in your heart, everyday. they bleed, they made you feel excruciating pain. 


your heart becomes number and number. until one day, their words didn't bother you anymore. you already knew what they will say. you already expect them. and you embrace it, you didn't care anymore. you felt that hurt too long, that it doesn't matter anymore. you tried to change. now you realize you're not perfect. and you're okay with it.


that was when you realized, you've become stronger.you embrace your flaws. you accept them. it's who you are. maybe you can't see. maybe you have fuzzy hair. maybe you cry too easily. maybe you're a bulimic. maybe you're stupid. maybe you're not as good as everyone else. maybe you love your own kind. maybe you are limb.maybe you don't know who you really are. or maybe, you're too flawed, too far from perfect. 


but you were born that way and your flaws are your charm, your diamond. you just need to polish it over and over again, until it becomes the shiniest, most beautiful and valuable jewel, and also, the strongest substance on earth.
























Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without. - Confucius







Better to be a strong man with a weak point, than to be a weak man without a strong point. A diamond with a flaw is more valuable that a brick without a flaw. - William J.H. Boetcker











Sunday, 8 July 2012

the past the future and now

i was born with a spiky, lush black hair.


i was a plump infant and looked like a baby boy.


i was a nightmare as a toddler. i slept in the morning till the afternoon,never sleep during the night, and to make it worse, pulled everyone's hair when they're sound asleep. i ate each meal for two hours, and wouldn't touch anything that resembled porridge.


i was four years old, still a nightmare. i was really cunning and obnoxious. i tied my sitter's hand on the handle and locked up my house maids in their room. mom tried everything, from yelling to locking me up in the garage, but to no avail. *sigh*


i was six years old, and attended first grade. i was so proud that time. mom didn't have to send me and i didn't cried, but i made new friends.


during my childhood my parents always want me to be a pianist, and i thought that is what i wanted to be. But I was wrong.


then i entered my terrible pre-teen years. i was taller and fatter than everyone else, and i was very insecure and shy. 


when i turned eleven, i was starting to have a crush on a few boys.


i get into middle school, i was told to speak in front of the class and for the very first time, i enjoyed it. then i became more confident, and joined competitions and events at school. 3 years of middle school were very memorable. i finally realized what i wanted to be and find out who i am. i started to rise, i'm growing up, i've become a better version of myself.


now, i'm typing a blog post. tomorrow is the first day of high school. and i hope, i can shine more, i can improve, i can find and know myself better, i can find my true friends, i can work hard to make my ambition come true, and i can smile someday, look back and say, "i did it" but the most important is that i can get taller T.T yes i was taller than my friends a few years back, but now, yeah, things changed.