To him, I'm probably nothing
Just a young girl, trying her luck at the corporate - men biased world
With clothes that I wear everyday, or the way I speak and laugh
He probably think that I dont know what I am talking bout, let alone what I am doing
He never realised how much I want to please him
For me, just a little criticism from him feels like a hard slap at the back, force me to try harder
Just a small mistake that I did, makes me feel like a total failure
He never remember those days when basically I did most of his jobs
Cleaned up his mess because he was just too coward to deal with them himself
To him, I am just a fresh graduate, and in the process of doing my training
To him, I am good only for administrative works
Well, I guess, patience has a limit and it's definitely not my virtue
Friday, May 26, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
My Perfect Guy
He has to know the difference between a good denim and the bad ones. And yes, the narrow - end leg is categorized as the bad ones. He does not have to be fashionable intellect, but the decent t-shirts and occassionally crisp suits are necessary. He smells nice, so nice that I have to brace my self for not kissing him all over.
He has to have a nice smile. With a decent set of teeth, please. Comforting and genuine smiles that I know will always await for me everytime I blab all my rubbish problems and worries. But the eyes have to top it all off. Those gentle and heartwarmed eyes that can reflect his innermost soul.
He will understand my longing to have The perfect wardrobe. One that fills with heavenly goodies from Chloe and Stella MaCartney(fine, Zara and Mango will do just fine!). He accepts the fact that there are few occasion when I would like to get dolled up and wear those brighly coloured summer dresses for no apparent reasons whatsover excepts that they can make me feel like a princess. And he will not laugh about it when I've told him so.
He knows that I need to have my weekly gossip session with my dear friends, and realise that he has to love them too. They are my most precious gems and I can't live one day without them. Have not seen them in merely three days can be considered as a very long period of absence, and he knows it too.
He can challange my intellegence ( it wont be hard, you know) as he has this broad - enlighted knowledge and perpective on how the world works. But on the same time, we can laugh together when it showed that God indeed has an ironic sense of humour. He knows that I am always up for witty quotes or wisdom- enriched prose. He always lend me good books, and I can find myself enjoying them as much as he did.
He can make me laugh. About anything and everything under the sun. We can spend hours for laughing our asses off about something that remotely unfunny. He can totally connect with my freak sense of humour and can enjoy Seinfeld as much as I do.
He understands that I am a shy and vulnerable girl inside and these images that I try to project throughout my life can finally put to rest everytime we're together. Therefore he will not look down on me if I cry my eyes out everytime we come across those sentimental and corny shows or ads.
He makes me feel beautiful, even without my make up on. He knows that some poeple is born without eyebrows and he would not think it funny ( no, I did not shave them off. I seriously do not have any eye brows. And these pathetic thin hairs on the top of my eyes can not be called as eye brows).
He will not think my taste in music is horrid everytime I listen to my guilty-pleasures songs (Backstreet Boys, anyone?).
He will understand my need to hide from the world for a while, under my comforting doona, and he will always be there whenever I am bored with my doona.
He will always kiss my forehead, everytime he drives me home.
And the most importantly, he needs to have a set of strong hands, so he will always hold my hands throughout those happy, sad, drama, heartaches, fights and embarrassing moments, especially when life throws a tonne of bricks at me.
He has to have a nice smile. With a decent set of teeth, please. Comforting and genuine smiles that I know will always await for me everytime I blab all my rubbish problems and worries. But the eyes have to top it all off. Those gentle and heartwarmed eyes that can reflect his innermost soul.
He will understand my longing to have The perfect wardrobe. One that fills with heavenly goodies from Chloe and Stella MaCartney(fine, Zara and Mango will do just fine!). He accepts the fact that there are few occasion when I would like to get dolled up and wear those brighly coloured summer dresses for no apparent reasons whatsover excepts that they can make me feel like a princess. And he will not laugh about it when I've told him so.
He knows that I need to have my weekly gossip session with my dear friends, and realise that he has to love them too. They are my most precious gems and I can't live one day without them. Have not seen them in merely three days can be considered as a very long period of absence, and he knows it too.
He can challange my intellegence ( it wont be hard, you know) as he has this broad - enlighted knowledge and perpective on how the world works. But on the same time, we can laugh together when it showed that God indeed has an ironic sense of humour. He knows that I am always up for witty quotes or wisdom- enriched prose. He always lend me good books, and I can find myself enjoying them as much as he did.
He can make me laugh. About anything and everything under the sun. We can spend hours for laughing our asses off about something that remotely unfunny. He can totally connect with my freak sense of humour and can enjoy Seinfeld as much as I do.
He understands that I am a shy and vulnerable girl inside and these images that I try to project throughout my life can finally put to rest everytime we're together. Therefore he will not look down on me if I cry my eyes out everytime we come across those sentimental and corny shows or ads.
He makes me feel beautiful, even without my make up on. He knows that some poeple is born without eyebrows and he would not think it funny ( no, I did not shave them off. I seriously do not have any eye brows. And these pathetic thin hairs on the top of my eyes can not be called as eye brows).
He will not think my taste in music is horrid everytime I listen to my guilty-pleasures songs (Backstreet Boys, anyone?).
He will understand my need to hide from the world for a while, under my comforting doona, and he will always be there whenever I am bored with my doona.
He will always kiss my forehead, everytime he drives me home.
And the most importantly, he needs to have a set of strong hands, so he will always hold my hands throughout those happy, sad, drama, heartaches, fights and embarrassing moments, especially when life throws a tonne of bricks at me.
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