Can Life Give Me More?

No.. I'm not being greedy. I'm just wondering about the question people who are not satisfied will question bout their life.

I'm happy the way my life turns out.

What I went through when I was still young, made me a rebel when I was a teenager. When I was  teenager, I rebelled and get to meet many different people I'd never have thought I'll meet. Boys will be always be boys. That's all I can say. And my girls, you girls are the greatest memories of my teenage years. Even up till now. I'd never trade my place with anyone.

To my parents, sorry for all the headaches I had caused over the years. I had learnt so much. SO MUCH. All the scoldings and lectures, you'd have thought I never think about it. The times when I'm not a chatter box, I'm always thinking deep. Deep thoughts always fills up my head. I will never forget the day my father told my class teacher that I am very much different than the rest of my siblings. At first I thought it's a bad thing, that a lump felt stuck at my throat. Months goes by, and the words kept playing in my head. I realised what he meant by that. I am different from the rest of my siblings.

I am the only one who can connect with each of my siblings. All in a different way. I am the best person to talk to my older brother, whom always thought everyone is being unfair towards him. I can chat happily to my older sister, who is uber nice but sensitive at times. I can make stupid ridiculous jokes with my younger brother, who is still a  mama's boy even now he's 18. And I can make up plans with my younger sister to put on some make up and play with the colors and camera and pretend we're models.

I am the one my father trust to be able to take care of myself. The one my father know is emotionally, mentally and physically capable to stand on my own. When I was sent for a stint in the National Service training, the only thing I complained about is they have ugly shiny shoes for girls. And I refused to wear them to the character building classes. When my dad wanted me to take medicine, along with my older sister, I refused. And when he asked what I wanted to do then, I confidently told him, architecture.

I was the only one who have my own plan right after finishing high school. Who knew what field I wanna be involved in. My parents never have long chats with me over the phone the past 4 years I'm here on my own. I do miss home, but I dont show it. I felt like if I ever show my emotions, I'll be deemed as weak at heart.

Am I really not weak at heart? I don't know... I'm just glad I have someone to share my feelings with, without bothering my parents and make them feel worried.