At First Sight: Prologue

Hey guys. I just wanna add one of my stories here. I just started to write it a few weeks ago. Still clueless about where I should lead the story. Will see.

        I titled the story as 'At First Sight' since I love insta-love. <3 Tell me, watcha think.

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AT FIRST SIGHT

I DON’T BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. To me, it is in the same group as Loch Ness monster and the Hogwarts. I’ve read tons of novels and it always emphasizes the beauty of the persona when love at first sight was involved. How about the ugly people? How do they fall in love? Why does no one want to record the love story of those people?

                Coincidentally, I belong to that group. I am not pretty nor am I slim. I am too short for my weight and sometimes people even called me fat. Okay, being called ‘fat’ is no fun, people. I tried to lose some weight in the past but I kept bouncing back on my current weight. So, I stop trying and I come to terms that if people want to like me, they have to like me as I am.

                Just like others, I dream about having rich good-looking boyfriend who’s a faithful and doesn’t cheat and somehow doesn’t turn out to be a big jerk. But I know it is impossible and rare to find a man that perfect. I'm raised with one principle by my mum which is ‘birds of a feather flock together’. So, fat people belong with fat people. Rich good-looking people belong to rich good-looking people.

                Before you’re saying I am too negative or have a low self-esteem, ask yourself. Can you picture yourself with someone who is entirely different from you in the social ladder? Can you picture yourself with Prince William, for example—ignore the fact he’s married of course. Can you? Or picture yourself with George Clooney? Brad Pitt? Or Matt Bomer in my case—I really like his face. They are belonged to Kate Middleton, Stacy Keebler (although not anymore), Angelina Jolie and—coughs—Simon Halls.  

                If you can however imagine yourself with them, I want you look yourself in the mirror and if you’re pretty and slim and with high confidence, you are disqualified to answer my question. You’re just too self-centred if you can’t see the horrible reality in front of you. I want to focus my question to people who aren’t pretty or slim or with high confidence. Those people who hide from attention in the school canteen, never raise their hand when the teacher throws a question that you know the answer because you don’t want to appear geeky to others, those people who let other people trample on them because you don’t want to be isolated by others, those people who scared to step up and be assertive because you’re just too scared of what people would say about you. If you’re these people, you’ll understand me.

                Rich, good-looking people won’t look at you if you’re ordinary. They will look for someone who’s in the same arena as them. Not to insult anybody, but they want people who can understand them and their work life. Not ordinary people who can’t fulfil their needs. We, the ordinary, cannot understand them and they cannot understand us.

                So, can you see my logic? Oh, please say you do. I'm wasting my breath here.

                Though, my logic is almost being flushed down into the toilet when I meet him.

                Yes, there is a guy in my life that actually makes me doubt the existence of love at first sight. His name is Peter Adams. 

To be continued...

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         Next chapter will be released in my other blog by the way. Don't know though when I could finish this story. I like starting things but hate to end them, you know.

Lover of Book,

Liely

P.S. I realized that I have a thing with old-school name like Peter, Edward, Charles and so on, you know. I even like Malay's old names like Yusuf, Ibrahim, Idris, Nuh. I promise myself that, if one day, I get married and have a son, I would name him Yusuf. It's such a beautiful old name, you know. I think, it's equivalent to Peter to me. Old and pretty and short. :)

P.P.S. I've changed my other's blog status from public to private. So I'm the only one who can read them. Sorry, people!