For some private family reasons, my mom wanted me to change my name so began a process of finding a lawyer, getting paper work done etc. I haven't announced my new name anywhere yet other than formally changing my work email but I've been slowly making the changes on my various social media accounts, which some of you have noticed. Here's an official blog post documenting this huge change in my life, and a guide on how to change your name in Singapore, in case anyone is interested.


I never had a Chinese name in my IC and I didn't like the way my name was written in my IC either. The initial plan was simply to add my Chinese name into my official name but due some family issues, along with the fact that I never particularly liked my English name, I removed it officially.

I actually toyed with the idea of changing my English name instead of removing it but I supposed that would bring inconvenience to the people around me if they have to call me by a new name. Currently, most of my friends already call me by my Chinese name or simply my surname so that's not a huge problem.

Without a new English name on my official documents, I can still always go by my English name if the situation calls for it and my colleagues in Singapore still call me by that, which I'm fine with because I guess that's easier than having to awkwardly call me by my Chinese name.

My former Chinese name was 白宜靜, which I grew really fond of because I always felt I shared special affinity with some people with that name, however delusional that sounds hahaha, so I chose to retain the pronunciation and only had the middle character changed.

I now go by Pek Yi Tsing (白怡靜). which makes Pekyj irrelevant since it's technically Pekyt now hahaha, but hanyu pinyin wise I'm still Pekyj. Tsing instead of Jing because I didn't like how yijing looks with too many dots hahahha and also to reflect my Hokkien roots, which I've always been proud of.

Strictly speaking, 靜 would translate to ceng in Penang Hokkien (which I speak) but I'm not a fan of the initials since it would be similar to one of my ex's wth hahaha. I briefly contemplated Yi Zeng since that's how ceng sounds like anyway but thought the name looks a little too masculine for my liking so I ended up going with the alternative spelling of the Hokkien version of Jing, which is Tsing.

So there you go, a boring explanation. It feels like I'm running away from the law going through invisalign treatment, LASIK (will write about this another day) and now, name change in a span of two years, and I'd love to write an exciting story of how I'm hiding from the law as well, but I'm afraid the reason behind my name change is surprisingly straightforward and mundane.

How to change your name in Singapore?

The process was astonishingly simple and quick.

1. Decide on your new name
2. Find a lawyer to get your deed poll done up.
3. Book an appointment with your lawyer to sign your deed poll (if you're below 21, you'll need the signatures of BOTH your parents even if they're divorced)
4. And you're done!

After which, you'll have to

• You then have to apply for new IC (you can do so online and it took them only 3 days to process mine)
• Inform the Immigration so that you'll get a new passport (your new passport will only have a 8 months validity, don't ask me why)
• Bring your new documents to banks, your company's HR etc. to settle all the paperwork

The name change was simple and quick, it was all the paperwork that I had to settle days before my LASIK that worried me endlessly. But now that almost everything's done with, I can finally announce my official new name, which I've been rather excited about!

I am now contactable at tsingpekyj@gmail.com :)

This is a very common question but it freaks me out endlessly. At 19, I feel like I'm neither an adult nor a teen. I just passed my last teen birthday but we are only considered adults at 21. So what happens when you're 20?

To me, 20 will be the age of discovery. You lose the fake friends you made in secondary school and poly. You stop being this naive and innocent but gain more knowledge. You shed a part of you in order to grow and you can only hope you don't lose a part of you in your transition to adulthood.

When I think of me as an adult, there are two variations.

1. A career-driven woman with her dream job

I want to be in the advertising industry or social media marketing. But how many people can make it big? That's my worry. What if I don't earn enough to give my mom a comfortable life? I promised her I'll do my best so that our family will never ever have to worry about money again. But will my best be enough? How can I perform up to task and ensure that I don't disappoint anyone?
 
The woman that I see myself in ten years has never worked a day in her life. She can sacrifice her sleep to ensure that every pixel of her design is in place but she's happy doing that. She doesn't care about her pay or her position in the company - she just wants to be happy doing what she's passionate about. And that's a lot like me right now.

When I imagine myself at 29, I see a girl who's finally confident of her work and has proven that she's capable. I see a woman who is very focused and very passionate about the industry she's in. I see a woman taking pride in each and every of her design, I see a woman loving every campaign she's taken up.

At 29, earning more money will be a bonus, but my priority is still focused on making sure I constantly improve myself. I still want my designs to be near-perfect and they get the recognition they need. Maybe making money will be a worry later on in life but for now, I cannot imagine myself working in an industry just for the good pay.

However, I am fully aware that I cannot survive on passion alone. Passion doesn't pay my bills or give me food. Much as I'd like to focus all my energy on designing, making sure I get a good pay is another thing. And how do you define good pay when diplomas are the new O Level certs in our generation? I'm planning to stop at a diploma for now and start working as soon as possible. Is my choice the correct choice?

I am also neglecting office politics. I don't know how they work and I'm not sure if I can handle it well. I never liked sucking up to people, never knew how to say nice things to others just to please them. I'm just not that kind of person and I don't know how to make myself likeable either. Some people are just born with it, unfortunately not me. So many things I need to learn before entering the workforce. I know that's not who I am but sometimes circumstances don't let us be who we truly are, right?

2. I also see myself being a housewife with an adorable kid in ten years.

I've always said I wanted to be a housewife when I was younger because I didn't know where I was heading towards. Maybe this dream hasn't died in me or maybe it's the motherly instincts most girls are born with, but I also see myself as a supportive wife and caring mom.

I don't think I can ever do a better job than my mom but I see myself being the first teacher to my kid, nurturing him, teaching him life values that he will hold close to his heart. Yes, I see myself with a son because I think boys have cuter clothes in H&M lol. Okay, maybe I'm not ready to be a mom yet but I see myself ready by then hahahaha.

My future husband will hold me when I'm sad and take long, therapeutic walks with me when needed. We'll be a corny family, the kind you only see on television commercials. I will tighten his tie for him before he goes to work and he will always remember to give me a kiss if I'm still sleeping. I will wait for my future husband to return home and we will hug each other the moment he steps in. I don't want my son to grow up thinking affection is something to be ashamed about.

But what I'm forgetting is the fact that every family is dysfunctional on some level and mine will be too, in the future. I'm avoiding the adult stuff like struggling to get a car because of the ever rising COE, not being able to buy a flat because of insufficient funds in our CPF because I'll spend a lot of my CPF paying off my student loans. I'm choosing to not think about the insecurities, the fights, the yelling, the cries. But not thinking about them doesn't mean they don't exist.

I cannot imagine myself trusting someone to take care of me and be there for me for life. I am clingy, controlling, insecure and paranoid. I cannot imagine someone loving me unconditionally despite everything that I am. I cannot imagine someone telling me, "I'm willing to spend a lifetime with you despite all that you are." People tell me that's what true love is all about but how many of us really find true love in our lifetime?

I don't know, I'm just really in a dilemma.

I contemplated long and hard before publishing this post because I know it'll make me seem like a crazy ex or even girlfriend, which I kind of was and still am, but heck, I've shared so much of myself online that it'll feel like my life presented online is a lie if I hide this in my heart.
 
For the past few years of my life, I kept finding excuses, kept telling myself I'm fine; it's the other party that has a problem and I need to find the problem. I need to kill the problem before it becomes something bigger and more complicated. And that consumed me. I let that green eye monster control my life; my whole life became a constant cycle of waking up, checking up on everyone and their friends and their friends of friends.

I knew exactly when this habit started. I have an ex whom I couldn't trust, not because I didn't want to - I desperately wanted to - but because he betrayed my trust too many times. The moment I found out his many lies was truly when things started changing. I never fully trusted anyone again from that day on. It got to such a point whereby I would login to his Facebook account and check up on every of his female friends. Is that girl someone he knows from school or someone he randomly added on Facebook? If it's a random add, I would delete and block that girl. If any girl added him and I found out that they weren't real life friends, I'd block and report her account. Instead of studying for O Level, this was what I was constantly focused on.

He couldn't even like another girl's photo without me freaking out and going batshit crazy. I'd like to say I have it under better control now that I'm older but I still feel overwhelmed by waves of jealousy over something as minor as this often. Even till today, I struggle with this daily, causing me to deactivate my social media platforms several times because I know I have no self-control and I would continue stalking if I didn't deactivate. Obviously they didn't work out because I earn money via social media and I'm in a media course so I have to use social media someway or another.

When my ex and I went separate ways, I got together with a wonderful guy but I am still damaged. I still don't know how to trust. So many times I found him questioning my fears and telling me, "I'm not that kind of guy." I know, deep down I know. I knew what kind of person he was before we got together else we would have never been together but that isn't enough for me; I grew up being taught that all guys are the same and it's hard to believe otherwise.

Everyone jokes that I'm a huge stalker and I should open a PI firm because I'm so good at finding out information and dark pasts of everyone, even me. Yet in my heart, I know it's unhealthy, I know I have to stop someday, somehow. I just don't know how. I couldn't even admit to myself that I have a problem.

A few nights ago, during a 4am conversation, I broke down and admitted for the first time. I'm paranoid, I'm insecure, I'm jealous over seemingly nothing. I know it may be a small-scale issue to some but to me it's tenfold and I struggle on a daily basis. I don't even know what's socially acceptable for me to feel jealous about and what's not anymore - I just feel jealousy in every atom of my body, every single day. I want to feel normal for once and not be overly obsessed, controlling and jealous all the time.

I think a big part of my jealousy issue stems from my BPD but I always remind myself that this shouldn't be an excuse. At the end of the day, I still have control over my own life and I still need to find the root of this problem so I can get rid of the unhappiness. I've tried, believe me when I say I've tried my very best. I don't want to go back to that place where I let jealousy control my life again. I have so much to look forward to and this issue shouldn't be an obstacle.

Yes, there were people who called me clingy and controlling because they didn't know what I was and am still dealing with; I forgive them. Then there were those who made use of my paranoia to hurt me, to try and destroy me even more. I knew they were trying to trigger a reaction, to know that I've been affected, which is why I always kept my silence. I didn't want anyone to have the satisfaction of knowing their words had a negative impact on me. They are part of the reason I hesitated before posting this and I know this might invite more hurtful words but I can't hide forever. I don't want to either.

But more than anything else, I realised I'm very lucky to be surrounded by people who care so much about me. No matter how many times I sobbed incessantly on the phone, telling them my suspicions, going haywire over something minute, nobody ever dismissed me and said, "I think you have issues. It's just your paranoia, you shouldn't be this affected." They understood that it was a real fear that was gripping me, they sat me down, analysed every movement with me and constantly check up on me to confirm and reconfirm that I'm feeling better. For that, I'm eternally grateful.

However, I'm also aware that I can't be crippled by this forever. Sure, I can blame it on an individual but do I want to? Do I want an incident, no matter how emotionally scarring it was for me, to define my life forever? Do I want to let someone who's totally irrelevant and out of my life to still have a control over me?

No. 

I don't want the past to define who I am. I want to be in control of my own life and my own feelings. No matter how hard it is, no matter how much I have to struggle, I want to come out of this alive. Even if I end up with countless scars, at least I can say that I am a warrior. I want to be a warrior, I want to fight and get out of this alive. And I will.

With Chinese New Year round the corner again, I'm getting more and more stressed out. Even before the obligatory yearly visits, I already know what are the questions I should be expecting.

"How old are you?"
"Where are you studying?"
"What course are you in?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Where's your boyfriend?"
"How come haven't grow taller?" (I actually find this rather amusing wtf)

And the one I dread the most...
"Why don't you talk more?"

I've always been this awkward and shy cousin since young but I always felt the need to talk and try to fit in because my father has always told me, "you need to be more social."

I always thought I was abnormal because I hated what most people seemingly loved to do. 

But now that I've grown up, I know that we all have different comfort levels and for me, I'm just not a people person. I get anxious in crowds, I get panic attacks when I'm around too many people I don't know. I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself because I don't have the nicest thoughts but people only like to hear nice things about themselves. So just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I'm unhappy. 

Maybe I'm quiet because I don't understand your language (my paternal family speaks in Singaporean hokkien while I only understand Malaysian hokkien). Maybe I'm quiet because I don't find the need to make small talk with the people I'm only gonna see once a year. Maybe I'm quiet because after a whole day of socialising, I just want a moment to myself to relax and recharge.

I'm a bit fickle-minded on the Chinese tradition to do house visiting. I love visiting my relatives but I don't like having to do PR with the other relatives that I don't even know existed just for the sake of it. Yes, I love the angpaos I'll be getting (hey at least I'm honest) but I hate the dressing up to impress people you'll never see till the next CNY, the exchange of social pleasantries, the CNY greetings that you don't mean, and the fake smiles.

On the other hand, but I will do it if you are special to me. I don't like people assuming that I would/wouldn't want to socialise. I'm rather capricious on this I guess. Let me break it down to you.

1. I don't mind socialising with my friends' family or having a gathering with the friends of my close friends occasionally because I know there are some occasions whereby there is an absolute need for this. I don't like being excluded with the excuse of "oh, because I thought you were awkward." Nice try wtf. Thankfully, none of my friends are like this and I'm grateful for that. (People guilty of this: ex-boyfriends)

2. I don't mind socialising, but not when you give me a notice at the eleventh hour. I need time to prepare myself, I need to rest a few days before and after socialising, I need to brace myself for that day (wtf). I hate it when I'm informed at the last minute and I have no choice but to attend the social event. It usually turns out better than expected but I'm a nervous wreck before that and I don't like it.

If I bother to try socialising with the people around you, it really shows how much you mean to me but if you don't help me or see the effort I'm putting in then I'm sorry, but it will never happen again.

I don't like people much - be it hanging around them or just people in general - and I'm okay with that. I don't understand why do people make a huge deal out of it.

It's no surprise that I shop a lot. I hardly repeat my outfits and I have so many clothes that I need two wardrobes at home. I'm also still constantly taking up my brother's wardrobe space wtf. If you follow me on Twitter, my second wardrobe broke just the other day.

So naturally, one question I get asked a lot is, "How do you have so many clothes and not go broke??!!?" People assume that I shop a lot = I spend a lot but it's not always this way because I hardly go for designer labels. And when I do, I have five shopping rules that I live by but first, let me digress a bit.

My favourite designer label is Marc Jacobs / Marc by Marc Jacobs (MBMJ) and I remember the first time I heard of the brand... It was in 2012 and I was just another student taking O Levels. I was never an avid fan of branded stuff so I only knew of the bigger names such as Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada and the likes.

"Wow! A Marc Jacobs watch," my tuition teacher commented after he saw a girl in my class wearing the watch. I was completely oblivious and couldn't care less because like I said, I was never interested in brands. To me, the $10 Hello Kitty watch that I found online would suffice.

Well, that changed the moment I laid my eyes on the said Marc Jacobs watch two months later. Holy fuckaroni, that watch has got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It was a full white watch with the words MARC encrusted in diamantes of different colours. If that wasn't love at first sight, I don't know what is.

I went home and searched on the brand and my world changed because I ended up liking everything they have. Their phone covers, watches, laptop cases, wallets, perfumes etc. I was basically hooked on to their online store but of course, I was a penniless student so Marc Jacobs was only a fantasy for me.

Only towards the middle of this year, when I started earning more, that the temptation became really great. I had the money in my bank and I had the freedom to spend it whichever way I wanted. The stuff I owned also became more expensive. I started paying $20+ for a bag when I was only willing to pay $15 for one in the past (not even kidding).

I became guilty of being somewhat brand consious, especially after receiving a Kate Spade wallet and a Tiffany & Co necklace as gifts. When I shopped online, I started going for brands and I bought stuff from F21, A&F, Armani Exchange, Victoria's Secret and more recently, Prada. Sorry I know they are of very different ranges but I'm just trying to make a point here

Admittedly, I got all of them at a thifted price(!!!) but the fact is that I am spending money on designer labels, which I'm quite ashamed of because my friends know me as this auntie who only buys all the cheap stuff wtf. But I tell myself that yes, I am spending money but they are brands that I really like. I am not spending just for the sake of spending and wearing these designer labels just to flaunt it.

So when I spend on designer labels, I keep these five rules in mind.

I admit that peer pressure exist.
Yes, even at this age. I have a lot of friends who are really rich and never had to worry about their next meal. Their parents can afford any brands and pay for all their shopping. But I'm not like them. I envy them sometimes but I'm good with what I have.

Yet, the deniable truth is that we compare. We are humans and we have our competitive sides. Sometimes, I want something because another person has it. Sometimes, I compare too much and end up not appreciating what I already have.

So before I buy anything slightly expensive, I think hard and long. I lay down my needs and wants. I ask myself if I really need/want something or is it going to be another impulsive buy. I consult my friends and I try to search for cheaper alternatives.

My usual budget is only $15, which means I really spend a lot of time considering if I need these designer labels. While I have fallen trap to peer pressure sometimes, I am glad that I'm able to acknowledge that it exists because I learn to manage my own feelings better.

The core of me doesn't changed.
Heck, even the conversations about my designer items goes like "omfg you know I got ____ for only $___?!?!?!" All the clothes I own are still below $15 and in fact, recently, I started putting clothes back on the rack as long as they are above $10 in an attempt to save money wtf.


I haven't changed. Ponggol Nasi Lemak still makes me happy. Cycling to East Coast Park to eat wanton mee still satisfies me. Just because I indulge myself every now and then doesn't mean that I let myself loose all the time. Take me on a cheap picnic and I'll be even happier than if you bring me to Pique Nique (sorry I just had to)

I am still an auntie at heart and I still walk an extra mile with my best friend so that we save $1 on drinks. I still refuse to take cabs even if I'm not feeling well sometimes. And I'm not ashamed of that.

I pace myself and look for an upgrade.
All these while, even though I still look at the website a lot, I kept myself from buying something from Marc Jacobs / Marc by Marc Jacobs (MBMJ) because the brand is like God-sent to me wtf. So I tell myself if I buy this brand now, I'll reach my target but then what now?

We are all constantly looking to upgrade ourselves and while you may not agree with me, MBMJ is my goal. If I get it now, what else can I upgrade to? Sure, there's still Chanel which I love as well but that's still a long way. And after Chanel?

I make sure I have the ability to wear these labels, not let these labels wear me.
I'm not about to have a Chanel bag but an empty wallet. I don't want to be known as the girl who owns this-and-that label. I'd rather be known as the blonde one, or the one who gets all her outfits at a cheap price.

Additionally, one thing that I remain firm about is that I do not use any of my mom's money for my shopping. So everything that I'm spending comes from my pocket, and I think that's something to be proud of. So what if you have a million designer labels but none are bought with your hard earned money? If I ever show off, it is because I am proud of myself.
 
I reward myself and keep my favourite brand as a form of motivation.
I told myself I would reward myself with a MBMJ watch which I have been eyeing if I did well for school the previous semester. And boy, did I do better than expected! But I kept telling myself that it's not enough and I can do more this semester. I wanted to reward myself something from my ultimate goal only if I did something I consider worthy of this brand.

So far I haven't done anything huge with my life worth celebrating like that but I do love Marc Jacobs so much - both the guy and the brand.


I swear one day when I'm older and working or when I done something so great that I can consider MBMJ as my reward,

I'm the kind of girl who will not automatically start unnecessary conversations with someone unless I am close to that person, or that we have a lot of common topics to talk about. If we don't know each other well enough, I am usually very quiet. I find it hard to be alone with someone I don't know we'll because I hate constantly trying to make small talks. I'm fine chatting with people I'm comfortable with or engaging in conversations about topics that I have an interest in.

I dread attending blogger events. It's not that I'm unfriendly - it's just that I absolutely dislike attending gatherings with a bunch of people that I don't know or never talk to before. I'll usually only turn up if the invitation is for two so that I can bring a friend along. If the invitation is only for one, I'd rather skip the whole thing.

I found a list of a few common misconceptions about introverts and I thought of sharing it with you guys.

Myth #1 – Introverts don't like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don't talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won't shut up for days.

I am really quiet around people I barely know but I do love talking and once we get close to each other, nothing you do or say can get me to shut up. I just hate feeling the need to fill the air with small talks.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don't interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an introvert, just start talking. Don't worry about being polite.

I may seem to be a little reserved at first but I'm really quite unabashed once we know each other better - I can joke about myself, make stupid jokes, laugh loudly, etc. But what I hate is small talk. I am really afraid of seeing acquaintances on the bus because all I want is to listen to my music and not engage in an conversation that leads to nowhere.

Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don't see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.

 I'm someone who's very straightforward and I voice out my opinions without thinking most of the time. I don't compliment someone for the sake of complimenting someone. What you hear from me are my honest beliefs. But more often than not, I feel the need to censor my thoughts because I know not everybody can accept my views and it gets tiring wearing a mask.

Myth #4 – Introverts don't like people.
On the contrary, introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you're in.

I have few close friends that I open up to and I am very selective of the people I open my heart to. And even if I have heart-to-heart talks with somebody, I don't ever tell them everything about my life. I have really few friends that I keep in touch with, and even fewer good friends that I hang out with. If a not-so-close friend ask me to go out, I would usually reject them because I'm very much awkward around people I'm not close with.

Myth #5 – Introverts don't like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don't like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don't need to be there for long to "get it." They're ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.

I'm not sure about this, but I really like going out with people I'm comfortable with. I don't mind hanging out with them for the whole day, chat about nothing make fun of each other, and laugh at stupid jokes. Unfortunately, there's only hardly anybody that has time for me to do these things with them. Most of the time, they set aside just a few hours to catch up with me and that's that. Probably because just sitting down and chatting is too boring for them. My friends mostly live exciting lives and while I'm envious of them, I know that if I do the same thing, that's just not me, not who I really am.

Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don't have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.

I like hanging out with my friends and talking to them. I don't mind being alone, but that doesn't mean that I always want to be left alone. I like being able to share my happiness with people around me. I believe that one person and only have one BFF at a time. The one best friend you have endless topics to talk about and we just need to have that one person I can COMPLETELY open up to, that one person that won't judge me and will be there no matter what. I just need that ONE person.

Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don't follow the crowd. They'd prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don't make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.

It is pretty accurate to say that I hate being politically correct and I can't stand people who have to be politically correct all the time. I prefer to have my own views about certain things, even if it's against the norm of society. I'm not afraid to voice out my opinion even if it's not popular or different from my friends'.

Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It's not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it's just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.

It's true that I'm pretty oblivious to my surroundings and I drown myself in my own thoughts a lot. So much that sometimes it depresses me because I think and worry too much about things that might not even matter in the end.

Myth #9 – Introverts don't know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.

 I'm not sure how true is this because I'm a bit of a thrill-seeker (think roller coasters, pirate ships, etc) but it is indeed true that I loathe it when everybody is talking at once; the noise scares me and it makes me feel giddy. I keep very quiet when everyone is talking in a conversation not because I'm being emo, but because I feel like my opinion is insignificant and not needed anyway.

Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists, musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers, and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques an extrovert can learn in order to interact with introverts. (Yes, I reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society is.) Introverts cannot "fix themselves" and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.

I'm not saying that extroverts are bad, but I've never met one extrovert who didn't make fun of me for being an introvert or try to push me to be more extroverted. Just because I'm an introvert doesn't mean I'm a "loner", "anti-social" or "have no life". I shouldn't have to think of excuses to stay home instead of going out. So if you respect my space and let me be an introvert then I will respect you and be more willing to hang out with you.