of the L word

i am a woman. born to be a girl completes with the normal level of estrogen and perfectly shaped vagina, of course i love to talk about love. pillow talk, rom-com movies, love novels are perfectly enchanting to me. the most novel thing a girl would want to talk about, all night long. and i am one of these typical girls who can stay all awake listening to some love stories, never be bored with it.

however, i am not one of those who thinks that love is easy to find nor easy to buy. when it comes to love and marriage i want to make it important and sacred, like the sacred egg that i risk my life from letting it cracks. i am a firm believer  that one day that guy who i sometimes dreamed coming to me with the handsome face of johnny depp rides in a posh car who tags along a lorry of chocolates and love, he will one day find the right way to get to me.

this may sound like a fairy tale to you, but this silly little unimportant dream means a hope to me. being brought up in a broken house, i have no exemplary of perfect couples, not even a perfect guy. so life is pretty loveless and still. people used to say, find a man who is exactly like your father. i, munirah ruslan, dispute this insensible notion because i'd rather be died alone with 10 cats than spending years with a guy like my father. not that i hate him, but i believe i deserve someone better. mom deserves a good man too but fates were destined by God. alas, i wont be in this world if it was not the sperm of dad came crushing mom.

in such early morning,  i am not yet having my beauty sleep and this is due to the caffeine. a friend came crashing my door for a sleepover we had some pet talk of love and it made me thinking. why oh why, for the love of God, i am still perfectly single but awesome as always? if a guy could tell me straight to my face that i am not pretty enough, i can bear with it. but if you come to tell me, i don't have enough ladyship and gentle, i will keep my opinion and sit at the end of the room, not crying but raging at the entire world.

the truth is you cannot judge people. well, not if you were given the wisdom like simon cowell, who is blatant enough to voice his brute comments. what i mean is when you want to know someone, know someone deeply. not on the superficial like what she's wearing, what sort of accent she has, what colour of his eyes, is his purse fat enough to feed your shopping temptation, is she fat, has she got big boobs. no no no no no no no no no.

know someone from his/her heart. every person in this world has different experience, childhood, voice, opinion, interest and these mold into what we are today. and so we've get to let these people being their true self and you've got to love them for what they are. that my friend, is love to me.

oh well. quite a lengthy one. if you happen to read until the very end, you are ouuuhsemm!! XD

p/s: it annoys me that i can write this in a flash but not a report. hergh.