What Type Am I cum What Is My Type?

Out of no where...I wonder how much I know about myself, I wonder how much I know what I want and what I need. An how much you actually know me?

Describe Me:

Young and dumb, naïve and cute. Well, there people who says I'm petit, I'm cute, I'm smart. Yet there are too people who says I'm too naïve, I'm dumb, and I'm stupid!

Let me make a hard guess:
She's not a girl, not yet a woman. She's just a young lad trying to outgrow her physical and mental feeling, pushing hard on everything which come by and pass. She's just stubborn, often going against some stupid silly stuff, getting her head banged on the hardest wall again and again repeatedly.

She is dumb enough not knowing to learn from her mistake, but whining and regretting over stuff unchangeable. For people who knows or not knows her, she is a grumpy old granny bugging and whining any and everything.

Though sometime, she does try to outgrow her maturity. And yes, she did. She can often be very mature, but still she carries her childishness, her manja-ness. That is who she really is. No matter who she is with, she is she herself, no acting. She's one thing...REALITY.

But surrounding her are the falsehood of the world. Often, she is blurred by the falsification. She buried herself together with it after the tiredness in the reality. Knowing she'll get herself troubled, stubborn her insisted. Digging a grave after another, that is her ending. A saying goes“爱情是坟墓” “Love is a dead man's grave”… but someone smartly make this reply “没有爱情是死无葬身之地” “Without love is dying without a grave”. Funny, with or without love, the end is only to be dead.

Since young, this young little girl had been yearning for true real love. But she failed, and she fell hard right in the middle of nowhere. Long time, she's been giving up in everything, even in herself. She does not want to hope, as hope breaks her heart every single no and then. She kept things silly to herself, never revealing her own hardship.

Often, people think that this poor girl needs a lot of protection. Yes, indeed she needs protection a lot. But there are no shields which can protect her from harm. She learned to shield herself instead. Her shield to the world outside is a huge and thick barrier. With her character, and what she had gone through, her shield grew thicker than ever. She's being too protective, over protective… to herself and to anyone who is beside her. Often, she knew the expiry of stuffs around her, as I said stubborn her stupidly ignored and get herself sick! Aih...one day she'll really lie in her own hand dug grave.

There was once a fortune teller says that she never believe in her fate and always going against it, banging eggs to the stone, breaking her own limbs. It's true and she got herself broken everywhere. Dear oh my dear girl, when shall you start to learn to give in. relax and enjoy? 心碎了。。。还是不懂！

But somehow, a little bit she belief in her own palm. Palm reader says her palm are one of those rare type, but for sure she'll find her destiny…just that there is a lot of obstacle in her life. She’s been yearning for that destiny to come. But could she make it or could the destiny make to the stubborn girl, future is not to be known yet.

Let's describe my type.
Hmm... needy of someone mature protective... Well, sparks is what she want, that is what she is lacking. Pity her. Any good sparks out there?

To be more specific and real, a real one is what she need. Someone being himself, someone able to protect her, someone telling what she done is wrong, and encouraging her. Someone there to bring her up when she falls, someone who can manage her being sticky than sticky rice. Someone who is able to let her express and be herself.

Instead of digging her grave for her, she would wish someone to build a heaven for her. A paradise, a place which she could place her heart in called a home... with peace! She has good imagination of the life she wants, but she understand the reality that its hard to achieve, unless, GOD is willing to give her her own ginger bread man to create. Anyone out there would like to be created into her ginger bread man?

This young lad here is still searching for the meaning of LIFE. Her life has been full of obstacle since young. She always wish to be freed like a bird. She's got dozens of imagination but unable there isn't anyway for her to fulfill these imaginations. She is one out of the millions which has a very negative field in all and everything.
“Girl...mind to let go what you ought to? That's the only way to free yourself and success your imagination!” This piece of advice has been told over and over billions of time, by others. It's either her conscience is dead or shes stubbornly gripping to the expiry stuff, maybe she's trying to commit a suicidal incident to herself, unless she's deaf and dumb.

TIMES UP! Young lad, it's time to make a turning point of your life before the grave merges the whole world and hit the hell. You know yourself well enough, and you ought to know what you shall work on. But still she wonder... is there any point namely RIGHT for her? Or shall she hide the rest of her life in the underground world isolated from the falsified world, abandoning what is wrong as well as the right?

One day, when you find no reply from this young lad... she may have turn into a bird flew away finding for hope... or she may have just hid herself in a undiscovered cave.

But, for the meantime, “ she's gave up hope to look for love, but still carries a slight hope that love would find her”......