"All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesn't matter if it's a work of art or a taco or a pair of socks! Just create something new, and there it is, and its you, out in the world, outside of you and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it. And you know a little more about you. A little bit more than anyone else does. Does that make any sense at all?"
Sometimes I forget why I blog. Why I started blogging, why I still want to. And then little quotes like these remind me again. This blog is a representation of me. It may not be the best representation but still, everything here is handpicked by me, written by me. It's a little piece of my life that I want to share with you guys. I guess in a sense, this is me leaving my mark here.
I was looking through my old blog posts in Xanga the other day and I really did write some pretty amazing stuff back then. Looking back, I'm not even sure I could produce the same quality of posts now! Granted, my Xanga blog was filled with lots of stuff in my daily life, but in between those posts about my outings and holidays were some pretty meaningful posts. It may not mean much to you guys, it means a whole world to me because it reminded me of what I was thinking back then. Then again, some posts are so cryptic I have no idea what the hell I was talking about. I really need to be less cryptic when I do my occasional emo posts don't I?
Anyway, this post seems quite random but I'm just typing whatever's in my head at the moment because I can't seem to structure my thoughts anymore. There's too much stuff buzzing around up there and I have a severe case of writer's block. It feels like everything I type, write or say doesn't feel right anymore. Or that could just be me being a perfectionist.
Today was one of those happy days. It may not have been perfect, but it was a happy day. There was such a sense of possibility flaring through my veins and I felt alive again. I hope everyday will be as awesome a day as today. =)
Hence, I shall end with just a little awesome reminder about life:
I know I've been stingy with updates. But but but... I'm here to introduce you guys to this new blog which I set up with Melissa, Andrea, Nicole and Kit Mun. It's called Five Fashion Friends and it's mostly about fashion, beauty, makeup and all that girly stuff. (But since my blog readers are mostly girls anyway, I figured it doesn't really matter. ^_^)
I know we're probably not the most fashionable people on earth. But we do like getting all dolled up and we have a huge interest in fashion plus the blog is a really good way for us to keep in touch style-wise. So, do gallop by and show some lurrrrvee if you're interested!
Here's the link again in case you missed it the first time:
So everything related to fashion, beauty and clothes shall henceforth be posted in that blog. Not that I post a lot of that here, but occasionally I do throw in a few pictures of what I wear. And I think I might just do a post in the near future on 'How To Do Swan's Crazy Eyeliner' since my makeup is usually the thing that people ask me about the most. ;) Do wait for that and check it out!
现实：常说射手座是追求梦想的人，但往往忽略了他们现实的一面，算计起来不会比处女座差哦，只是更高明更隐藏罢了。射手座人的梦想是必须建立在现实的基础上的，一般他们很少谈及自己的梦想，而是实际的去做一些向梦想靠拢的事情。如果可以借巧力完成的事情，决不会多花一点工夫。(So true this one!) 所以有时候射手座也容易给人耍小聪明的感觉。可是，不得不承认他们完成的还满不错。也许终其一生，他们都在考虑怎么巧妙的做一些事情，花最少的精力去达到最好的效果。 (Exactly! Why would you WANT to do extra work if you can do JUST the right amount and be done with it?) 所以，很多射手座看上去让人们会觉得很懒 (Meh, I don't deny that I am lazy.)，但是其实他们的大脑可没有停下过思考现实的事情。
多情：很多人说射手座多情，尤其是男性。其实在射手座人的心目中，对于爱情确实有理想化的倾向，和他们谈恋爱，是一件高难度的事情。他们非常讨厌俗气的人，所以你不能很物质或喜欢谈钱，但是他们又很现实，(I am materialistic at heart, I do not deny it.) 所以你不能一文不名，各方面也必须有一定的实力。物质与精神，你必须平衡的刚刚好，才让他们觉得你值得去爱。或者，你有足够的神秘感，可以让他们不知道你的缺点在哪里，而盲目的爱你。一般，当然是没有完美无缺的人的，所以，可能象金牛座这样永远会让射手感觉捉摸不透的闷闷的人，会非常吸引他们；或者象双子那样，足够机智，懂得察言观色，捕捉他们的情绪，才会让他们感觉到爱情的甜蜜。一般射手的感情模式是，第一阶段，你们还不熟悉，他（她）爱上了你，非常热情。第二阶段，你们逐渐熟悉，而他（她）开始龟毛，整天挑剔你的毛病，无论是背地里还是当面。如果你有幸通过他（她）的挑剔过程，基本挑剔出的毛病为零或者你把缺点保密的非常好；那么进入第三阶段，他们就又是忠诚和热情的爱人了。但是基本能通过第二阶段的人非常少，所以有了射手多情一说。其实射手对恋人的挑剔，是源于对爱情的挑剔，对丧失自由感的恐惧。
射手座人的人生，往往是幸运的，(I really have been lucky on a number of occasions) 因为他们是聪慧的、明朗的、通透的。与众不同，也许是他们终生追求的梦想，(Why be like everyone else when you can be you?) 希望每一个射手人，可以找到他们的梦想！
人们总觉得射手座的世界很快乐，可是呢？射手座难过时没有人知道，他不想让别人可怜自己，射手座不坚强，可是很善良。在你难过时哄你开心，让你有依靠，分手后，他会哭者去想属于你们俩幸福的回忆，也不想爱的人因为同情而勉强和他一齐。他比谁都希望自己爱的人快乐幸福，却常常忽略了自己，全身都是伤也笑着告诉你，我很好不用担心。(Why should you let other people worry about your own shit?)
"What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you don't feel eleven at all. You feel like you're still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven. Like some days you might say something stupid, and that's the part of you that's still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's the part of you that's five. And maybe one day when you're all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you're three, and that's okay. That's what I tell Mama when she's sad and needs to cry. Maybe she's feeling three. Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That's how being eleven years old is."
Oh how true. I definitely don't feel 18 sometimes.
It's reassuring to know that I can still be 5 years old when I get all excited over simple things like ice-cream.
Or when I look at soft cuddly toys and feel all fuzzy inside I know that's my 8 year old self.
Or even when I make weird faces across the dinner table fully accompanied with strange noises I can feel my 10 year old self again.
Or when I'm awkward and have no idea what to say to during social situations, that's when my 12 year old self comes to life.
And then when I become all klutzy and trip and fall over everything I know that's my 14 year old self.
Or that could just be me, in general, being clumsy. =.=