i think i need to stop equating beautiful/pretty/hot with perfectionistic features and attributes which goes along the lines of PERFECT teeth/complexion/face/abs/chest/biceps BECAUSE NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT NOTHING IS PERFECT
NO ONE IS PERFECT AND I MUST SNAP OUT OF THIS. like hello, there's beauty in imperfections and EVERYONE IS GOOD ENOUGH.
and lastly, fuck these because eventually it's the inner beauty that matters. <3
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Bye.
I've learnt alot about myself these days, and it's always a good thing because embracing my own identity fuels my inner confidence.
And, people should stop criticising others because it just goes to show that they are insecure so they put others down to make themselves feel better. HELLO LOSERS.
Shall start working out intensively from tomorrow onwards. ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS.
And, people should stop criticising others because it just goes to show that they are insecure so they put others down to make themselves feel better. HELLO LOSERS.
Shall start working out intensively from tomorrow onwards. ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Syukur Alhamdulillah.
and my sister was blissfully married last weekend. in my humble opinion, she was the prettiest bride EVER and i am truly happy for her. xoxo
a new chapter of her life ensues. and it makes me feel how fast life is. like how life is on this treadmill that is ever moving and never stops. but ironically, that's the only way to make us feel alive.
i thank God for everything :)
a new chapter of her life ensues. and it makes me feel how fast life is. like how life is on this treadmill that is ever moving and never stops. but ironically, that's the only way to make us feel alive.
i thank God for everything :)
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Hi.
i need to breathe deeply before the cells in my heart rupture.
BREATHE.
.
and it amazes me how talking to some people can literally make me go berserk. i need to breathe.
BREATHE.
BREATHE.
.
and it amazes me how talking to some people can literally make me go berserk. i need to breathe.
BREATHE.
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