I may be vibrant and cheerful, but I'm no talkative. I only talk when it's necessary. But at times, though the situation requires me to speak, I'd still become numb.
I don't hell know where has the friendly me gone. It has been my resolution each year since I was 9 to be less talkative and now I believe God has granted my yearly wish. Heh.
By talkative, I strictly confine the meaning to being friendly and able to create a warm and comfortable conversation, and relationship for that matter.
The change doesn't bring much benefit, I'd dare to say, especially when I am faced with the future in-laws. I was ultimately quiet, probably because I didn't know what to say, act and ask. Probably because Superman has shared many stories about his family beforehand.
Sheesh. Now I have this peculiar feeling that the future in-laws don't quite fancy my attitude. They must've thought I am one snobbish brat from the city.
On the other hand, his little sister was extremely pretty and warm and is getting married in a couple of months time!!!
What am I thinking now, seriously?
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