Impressed, I’m Not!
Some things just don’t interest or impress me. Specifically when one starts to talk about their life as if it’s the coolest, most happening thing that could happen to anyone. Specifically when one talks about going out with royalties, or excited about meeting VVIPs, or attending posh and glamorous parties, or getting a dress tailored by well-known designers.
If that’s the life you want, then go ahead. Sure, you can keep on telling me about it, but just don’t expect me to go WOW. I’m already grateful with the life I have, thank you very much.
And you know why it doesn’t impress me? Because my best friend in Primary 1 was a daughter to a VVIP. Because at Primary 4 I am friends with royalties of XXX and my after school activities include going to Istana XXX just to have fun. Because at the early of my teen years I got to go to Istana YYY upon invitation by the daughter – flight tickets paid for, escorted car, even entry to a neighbouring country for a shopping spree without passport (eventhough the spree is only at Toys r Us :D).
Sorry, tak pasal-pasal dah poyo! I am already against my principles nih… hehehe…
And no, I’m not proud of it. I’m just glad with the exposure I’ve had, I am kept grounded all the time. I’ve seen the good and also the other side of what you think is great all the time.
Maybe because I have realistic people around me. People who don’t see glitz and glamour as something to be impressed about. People who live for themselves, not to impress others. People who live life as it is.
p.s. I’m sure 1 or 2 of my readers would recall the memories, including bergaduh with the royalty over a petty matter. Cute, huh?😉