Comparisons

I hate the word comparison. I wish it never existed. Once u feel good about urself, I find the whole cycle of comparison starts and never finishes.

U feel ur healthy physically, not too fat, not too thin. But when u look at girls with bones protruding out of their flesh, models on fashion mags that are able pull of a bikini that well, u feel that the mass is greater than u think. There's bulge here, fat there, too flabby.
Sometimes I wish I was taller when I'm already considered tall.
Wish my hair was straighter when it's already unbelievably straight compared to the Aussie's frizzy, curly hair.
Looking at typical Taiwanese girls, I wish I was fairer, when I am already quite fair.

When u feel u've achieved the best u can, u feel pleased with urself, then here comes someone who got 99.95. And then u think how smart they are and feel that ur not intelligent enough. U feel that it's not great getting the result u got. U feel cheated that someone could get something so "wow" effortlessly and here u are busting ur arse off. And no matter how others say ur smart, u kinda rub it off, giving the "all Asians are smart" excuse.

When u got into ur course, u feel glad. Then, someone got into Melbourne or worst Monash Clayton. U knew u weren't the best. That this is not good enough even though to the rest of the people is already considered better. Disappointment kicks in, complains and grumbles. U don't look forward to this, u wish it was better.

Every time I go pass Monash Clayton, I hated myself. That could be u! In there! But no! Where were u? At Caulfield.Yup.

*sigh* Can the World be any worst?

I know I have to be grateful to everything thats happen around me. Learn to count my blessings. Learn to appreciate everything. Learn that imperfection existed.