When size 6 is too small and size 8 is too big.
......
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Imperfections- life is like that.
I saw this beautiful heels a few days ago,
and absolutely am in love with it.
But..
so near yet so far...
so i kissed them goodbye.
Peeps, i am imperfect, so imperfect that
my shoe size is 35 and 37..
i am able to wear some labels effortlessly, but
most of the time, i can't buy beautiful shoes,
because i have to buy 2 different sizes.
(we know that there's a high price to pay for vanity- so does beautiful shoes)
Happy Friday Peeps,
no classes for me, but i have to study..
test, test, test, and more test!!!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Me,Myself and I.
Do you ever feel that you are so different from others?
I do. All the time. Sometimes people think i am really weird and funny, but i can't be bothered most of the time. But sometimes i do, especially when people don't accept me for who i am, and expects me to conform to normality. I have tried to be 'normal' as in, do things the way it 'should' be done, react the way i should react. Sometimes i should remain silent and know my place, as a woman.
It feels fake. I feel cheap. It makes me want to rip my heart off my chest, because the level of self-deception is so over-powering. So i don't make myself conform anymore. I like that i am loud, around those i am comfortable with, and very silent if i might know you, and if my day feels right, i might give strangers a big whopping smile. I am so different, i stand out like a sore thumb and i like it that way.
When i see a table made of unpolished wood, i see beauty and uniqueness. When i stand in a field with green pastures, i feel loved and relaxed. When the wind is blowing, it is like a song in my ear. Listening to orchestra is like a beautiful story, sometimes which makes me cry. When a song plays, i don't listen to the lyrics the first time around, but the beat and the key of the song... through those factors- i can almost feel what the singer/composer is feeling.
I love to cook, and sometimes i don't really enjoy eating as much as preparing the food itself.. to me its like art, and i really appreciate those who can enjoy food as well as me, because food is just food to people, but when i eat something, i can tell you what is that particular dish whipped up off.
I am happy to see butterflies and ladybugs, and sometimes when i am taking in all the beauty of this world. Makes me want to cry.
It doesn't only happen to beautiful things, but also negative things in life, when failure sometimes might seem like the end of road. Sometimes i try so hard and i don't get there, i feel like just lying down and giving up.
I could really get impatient with silly people and just be crazier than them. I really feel horrible when, i really tried, but the only thing that is running toward me is disappointment, and the worst is getting so sad with what you see in life, that the only feeling you ever capable of feeling is anger.
I have all these feelings, and my high seems so much higher, and my lows feels so much lower.
Every emotion, sensation, smell, touch, is heighten to a higher level. It makes me feel alive... and it makes me feel like i am living every moment of my life despite being caught in the rat race. It is almost like a luxury to me to be able to bask in all the wonderful things and ugly side of life. Makes me feel like i am human, and by the end of my life, i have gone above and beyond and have felt every thrill, emotion, sensation that i could have ever feel in my life.
Or am i just sensitive..... over-sensitive..... dramatic? maybe
I am embracing it- it is a beautiful gift. =)
I do. All the time. Sometimes people think i am really weird and funny, but i can't be bothered most of the time. But sometimes i do, especially when people don't accept me for who i am, and expects me to conform to normality. I have tried to be 'normal' as in, do things the way it 'should' be done, react the way i should react. Sometimes i should remain silent and know my place, as a woman.
It feels fake. I feel cheap. It makes me want to rip my heart off my chest, because the level of self-deception is so over-powering. So i don't make myself conform anymore. I like that i am loud, around those i am comfortable with, and very silent if i might know you, and if my day feels right, i might give strangers a big whopping smile. I am so different, i stand out like a sore thumb and i like it that way.
When i see a table made of unpolished wood, i see beauty and uniqueness. When i stand in a field with green pastures, i feel loved and relaxed. When the wind is blowing, it is like a song in my ear. Listening to orchestra is like a beautiful story, sometimes which makes me cry. When a song plays, i don't listen to the lyrics the first time around, but the beat and the key of the song... through those factors- i can almost feel what the singer/composer is feeling.
I love to cook, and sometimes i don't really enjoy eating as much as preparing the food itself.. to me its like art, and i really appreciate those who can enjoy food as well as me, because food is just food to people, but when i eat something, i can tell you what is that particular dish whipped up off.
I am happy to see butterflies and ladybugs, and sometimes when i am taking in all the beauty of this world. Makes me want to cry.
It doesn't only happen to beautiful things, but also negative things in life, when failure sometimes might seem like the end of road. Sometimes i try so hard and i don't get there, i feel like just lying down and giving up.
I could really get impatient with silly people and just be crazier than them. I really feel horrible when, i really tried, but the only thing that is running toward me is disappointment, and the worst is getting so sad with what you see in life, that the only feeling you ever capable of feeling is anger.
I have all these feelings, and my high seems so much higher, and my lows feels so much lower.
Every emotion, sensation, smell, touch, is heighten to a higher level. It makes me feel alive... and it makes me feel like i am living every moment of my life despite being caught in the rat race. It is almost like a luxury to me to be able to bask in all the wonderful things and ugly side of life. Makes me feel like i am human, and by the end of my life, i have gone above and beyond and have felt every thrill, emotion, sensation that i could have ever feel in my life.
Or am i just sensitive..... over-sensitive..... dramatic? maybe
I am embracing it- it is a beautiful gift. =)
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Memories
Has a bird ever pecked you?
I remember once, when i was hardworking and pretty determined to stay fit and fit into my closet of beautiful clothes. I use to wake up in the morning, like 6 am.... and go jogging. I have to always make sure i tight my hair low and tight so that it wouldn't be in my face when i am running, and i always pinned up my fringe.
Normally i would use a normal black pin, but that particular day i used a green one. And after running like 30 minutes, i was a little tired.. and i started walking instead. And from afar, i saw a big black bird, flying toward me..... so i didn't really bother about it, i mean, there are hundreds of birds in the sky, flying pass me.
BUT....
When it was approaching me, and the next time i knew, it pecked my head.
GOD, let me tell you.... i really don't know what its beak is made of, but it hurt like hell.
And i busy wondering why it pecked my head, and then.....
From the back, it flew past me again, to peck my head again, i am like,
"WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Isssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
goinGGGGGGGGGGGGG
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So i ran home..... fast! And i was so puzzled, and then when i took off my hair pin, it's GREEN.
Maybe the bird thought it was a wriggling worm!!!
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| Can you see that the swam in nearer to me in the 2nd pic, It snapped my hand and it hurt!! |
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| Beautiful but naughty swan!!! |
Monday, July 11, 2011
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