Thursday, April 28, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Utensil alternative
This is me, attempting to learn how to use chopsticks (with a little help from this blue bunny).
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The day I blamed the blue frosted nail polish
I was busy trying to find something amusing online, at the comfort of my bed, on my rest night. I don't know how it suddenly dawned on me to start to sort my things out and try to do a little spring cleaning. Yes, little is an understatement, considering how I can be OC when I clean.
I saw my old notebooks way back in college, and some really sentimental things I forgot I had. Some, I thought I could recycle and reuse. I was nostalgic - seeing all the things I thought I lost already, and futuristic - seeing all the things I feel like reusing. Yesterday's trash could really be today's treasures, as I was told.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of pain, as I were using boxes to collectively sort out everything. It felt like I'm moving away - from my safe place, my shell for a little over two decades, my HOME.
In two years time, my life would turn into a full circle, three hundred sixty degrees, full blown. It scares me how things might change from hereon, how my clutter will void this home, how it will fit in to a new place. I am scared to know how life works its wonders. I am scared to leave my kind of life now. I am scared to know the difference.
In two years time, I would have my life partner, my ever after, my knight in shining armor in disguise. It excites me that I willq live the life I choose, a life that isn't perfect for everyone except to ME. And by ME, I may mean US or WE.
In two years time, I may be happier than I am now. Maybe wiser. Maybe fatter. Maybe grumpier. But I care less. I will not be moved, not until then. I will rejoice for the present. I will enjoy the current. And tomorrow will just have to wait. My wedding, Prince Charming, and our dreams can wait, in hopes that they will never be forgotten. And I promise that they will never be broken. Not in this lifetime.
Side Note: My first time to put on a blue nail polish, and I suddenly thought of all this.
I saw my old notebooks way back in college, and some really sentimental things I forgot I had. Some, I thought I could recycle and reuse. I was nostalgic - seeing all the things I thought I lost already, and futuristic - seeing all the things I feel like reusing. Yesterday's trash could really be today's treasures, as I was told.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of pain, as I were using boxes to collectively sort out everything. It felt like I'm moving away - from my safe place, my shell for a little over two decades, my HOME.
In two years time, my life would turn into a full circle, three hundred sixty degrees, full blown. It scares me how things might change from hereon, how my clutter will void this home, how it will fit in to a new place. I am scared to know how life works its wonders. I am scared to leave my kind of life now. I am scared to know the difference.
In two years time, I would have my life partner, my ever after, my knight in shining armor in disguise. It excites me that I willq live the life I choose, a life that isn't perfect for everyone except to ME. And by ME, I may mean US or WE.
In two years time, I may be happier than I am now. Maybe wiser. Maybe fatter. Maybe grumpier. But I care less. I will not be moved, not until then. I will rejoice for the present. I will enjoy the current. And tomorrow will just have to wait. My wedding, Prince Charming, and our dreams can wait, in hopes that they will never be forgotten. And I promise that they will never be broken. Not in this lifetime.
Side Note: My first time to put on a blue nail polish, and I suddenly thought of all this.
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