i told daddy: "he said "why are girls so vain? a girl can don't dress up and make up and still look good.""

daddy said: "then he's going to be very disappointed. there is no such girl."

kekeke.

On the issue of vanity, i think poor Vanity has suffered too much backlash from purists and those who are indignant. Concedingly, the official definition of vanity highlights an EXCESSIVE amount of pride and concern for one's appearance or abilities. However, when someone carries a comb/mirror about whereever she goes or when someone spends sometime putting on make-up before going out or when someone (aka I) get upset over my pimples - we are vain. Sometimes it is excessive, more often than not, it's not.

Now, in the first instance, i'm not contesting the right to call someone vain. i'm going a step further. i'm contesting the Dictionary. Vanity these days retains it's meaning but when used on GIRLS, the criterion of "excessiveness" has effectively been dropped.

Girls should look pretty/ presentable. no? Guys would definitely agree, no matter whether their preference is for:

1) make-up,
2) no make-up,
3) make-up but look like no make-up.

Girls, would also all agree. Except when they see a prettier girl.

so why oh why this rejection of a little Care for Appearance? why this impression that good girls should be plain faces in plain clothes?

i know. because the only reason a person would dress up, is to be noticed. is there anything useful or honourable in that?

but then again, if girls are to attract and be pursued, what is wrong with playing the part? if guys are primarily visual and natural pursuers, what is wrong with admiring a girl's appearance? if you take yourself back in time, this was the natural scheme of things! who says you must appreciate and love someone for "Who They Are". nonsense. Of coz that's an important part. but it's not the sole criteria.

unfortunately of coz, the tainting of the Pursuing game by unhealthy images has made us so fearful of attracting and being attracted. but why should we give up what was a natural game?

i was so perturbed a while ago when a few conversations triggered off an impression i had of myself as vain and hence worldly. i felt bad for wanting to be pretty.

oh well, it's not like anything's going to change. i genuinely lost a little interest in clothes and makeup. but at least now i don't have to doubt where i stand on this.

i have to thank legal theory for my vocab prowess

let's not use a priori reasoning and be exceedingly chary.

thanks for calling me down to emphasis in red and bold my inadequacy.

THANKS.kthxbye

I saw this in the parkway carpark yesterday night.



it's so much prettier in real life, trust me.

I recall one of those blurry-eyed mornings, sitting in my daddy's car, caught on the congestion that is nicholl highway. And out of my window, i see brown long haired ponytail; aviators; simple and chic clothes, sitting on her green vessel of female empowerment.

so cool. i think my mama got a bit scared that i liked the idea of Vespas.

Last night, i dreamt i was on my own quest to get a vespa. Unfortunately, the vespa in the dreams was close to extinct. it was so so so rare. But i was dying to get one. I ran to the museum. to the cinema. and then i found it... ...

In Toys R 'Us.



Apparently, it was an abandoned dark green (really chic!) model that one of my MJC council BFs, Adeline bought for another councilor, Cheryl. The card from Adeline to Cheryl was still intact. And so was the price tag - $200+++ (yeah right!) And Cheryl didn't want it and was looking for a seller. I marvelled at my luck! Afterall, vespas were close to extinct.

But i didn't want dark green colour.

and den i awoke.

Moral of the Story: Vespas are like, so cool.

Just picked up a book at the library.

"It's God We Ought to Crucify: Validity and Authority in Law." by Diarmuid Rossa Phelan


scaredscaredscared.

a vacant space; a breath held

I tremble as i see uncertainty in the distance.

I hold my breath as it comes closer.

I take a free fall of faith into the unknown.

and i will fall into loving arms.

Perfect love casts out all fears [1 John 4:18]

Trust is for lovers, not for strangers. So instead of asking "Do i dare?" why not ask instead, "Am i loved?" If the answer is yes, then trust is the only reasonable response.

amazing!

I DO HAVE FRIENDS SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!

amazing!

I DO HAVE FRIENDS SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!

i dreamt, last night, that i loved someone with a passion.

when that person left me, i chased till it hurt.

when i couldn't catch that person, i was numb.

after being numb,the intense passion went away.

when i saw the person again, i think there was remnant passion. but that was it. i no longer loved that person.

i woke up wondering how loosely we use the word "love" nowadays.

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PS: My dream sounded much weirder when i told it verbally.

Murphy does exist after all.

Bought a new netbook so i brought it to school to sync it with the school system. As a result of downloading ms office 2007 into my new netbook, i had to uninstall it on my old laptop in front of the IT guys. Ended up uninstalling the whole ms office altogether.

and thats not all.

i realized, i don't know where my printer installation cd is.Probably in storage. Hpefully not lost. And so, my new netbook can't link with my printer.

One computer - Office, no printer.

Another computer - Printer, no office.

how to print notes you tell me?

PS: New netbook prints documents in school like a pentium 1.

sometimes, it just helps when someone wants to listen to what you have to say. no matter how inconsequential. no matter how ineloquent. and bother to sift out your meaning.

studying sure is tiring. its only day 1 and i feel like slping already.

heartbeating faster.

but what does it beat for?

now it stops.

was it really beating at all?