listening to the vice principal drone on about what poor choice of boyfriends I have made me question the fact of whether or not she was human, or whether or not she
had a heart. what more is the awkwardness of the atmosphere in which I'm in. I'm
alone with her, in her office, having a one-to-one, listening to her talk about
MY private life and
MY boyfriend.
NO, I definitely did not ask to be here. she
very nicely invited me into the office to have this chat.
the funny thing is,
my mother doesn't even do this. and yet, I'm staring at the glass table, with my head down, listening to her drone on about etiquette and humiliation and reputation and whatnots. she's the vice principal of the school, thus, giving her
NO right and
NO say in who my boyfriend is or who I like or chase after. this is certainly
NOT part of her criteria in her job. all the teachers who teach me have
NO problem with him, whatsoever. they're perfectly fine with it and sometimes even call me "
Wen Kang" to get my attention -__-
I don't see how it should affect her any differently.
I quote her, "
you have the looks and the brains, you're like something at the top of Harrods' shelf and yet you want to mingle with someone from the pasar malam?" basically, she's just telling me he's a low class guy who I shouldn't even be talking to. she asks me the question, "
WHO IS HE? what does he have?" like ten million times. and I barely say a word, in fact, through out this ENTIRE session, I only nodded and shook my head and said "thank you" in the end.
there was something she said that got me
pretty angry. she asked me, "
what? are you going to marry him? marry someone like him?" and she went on with, "
aren't you going to marry someone smart? someone who can attain and maintain a good job?" and she went on like that for awhile.
first and foremost,
love is definitely not counted materialistically. you don't marry someone because he multiply 4 digit numbers in a few seconds or because he looks good or because he's a rocket scientist. you marry someone because you LOVE
them. no one is ever
too young to understand love. anyone knows love ;
young, old, thin, fat, tall, short - EVERYONE knows love because they feel it in their hearts.
you
don't love someone because they look good. you
don't love someone because they've got an IQ of four million. you
don't love someone because he earns three thousand dollars an hour. you
don't love someone because they drive the fanciest car. you
don't love someone because they're romantic. you
don't love someone because of their materialistic characteristics.
you love someone because they have a good heart. you love someone because they share your thoughts and your humour. you love someone because they treat you well and treat you the way you deserve. you love someone because their smile comforts you. you love someone because they are always there for you. you love someone because they love you for who you are. most importantly, you love someone because you feel that connection in your heart, because your heart skips a beat everytime they look at you, because you still feel butterflies in your stomach after all this time.
THAT is love.
so what if my boyfriend
doesn't know rocket science? so what if he doesn't look like Brad Pitt? so what if he
doesn't have as much money as the Queen of England? so what if he
doesn't live in a house the size of the Greenland? so what if he
doesn't drive a Gallardo?
so what, so what, so what? WHAT DOES IT MATTER?he treats me right. he makes me happy when I'm down. he knows how to comfort me. his smile is always the thing that makes my day. he knows my favourite food, my favourite drink, my favourite tv show, my favourite everything. he knows what I hate, he knows what gets me. he knows what scares me, he knows my biggest fears. he remembers when I'm supposed to have my period. he remembers what time I'm supposed to be at tuition. he wakes me up in the morning if I'm running late. he wakes up at 2 in the morning and panicks when he realizes he fell asleep while texting/talking to me. he wakes up at 3 in the morning on a school day to draw cards and gifts for me. he walks a long way to come and see me. he loves Add Maths because I love Add Maths. he loves country music just the way I do. he loves reading just the way I do. he studied for his finals and improved 12 places in class for me. he calls me when he knows I miss his voice. he's learning to swim because I love swimming. he does so many many many things that I don't have time to list down.
he
still gives me the butterflies when I see him early in the morning. when he puts his hand on my shoulders or when he accidentally bumps into my hand, I
still feel that electric touch. when he smiles his lazy smile, I
still feel my heartbeat increasing rapidly. when its like that, when its because I
feel it in my heart, who cares if he
isn't smart, if he
isn't rich, if he
isn't popular, if he
isn't good looking, if he isn't good in sports, if he
isn't the "dream" boyfriend.
who cares? so, dear teacher, with all due respect, I think you need to redefine the word "
love" in your dictionary.
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enough rants for today. I'm tres sleepy.
X
