relinquished .

it is so very difficult to move when one has so many possessions. too many clothes, too many hair accessories, too much trash, not enough shoes. when they’re being packed into a box, piece by piece, awaiting the arrival into my next life, i must consider if i want to bring them at all.

consequently, i find myself leaving a lot behind, sometimes to others and sometimes to landfill. when i evacuated my parents’ residence, i gave up my collection of hats and a great number of soft toys. i also overlooked the importance of some of the items i gave up, such as my (very expensive) suitcase and my sleeping bag. but time, rather than need and want, i think, will heal these voids.

look .

haven’t had anything impersonal enough to share lately, so i didn’t blog. still don’t have much, but i figured i should make an effort.

my newest obsession, something jess got me addicted to, is lookbook. it’s really just a collection of people that think they’re hot, posting photos of clothes that they think are hot. most of the time they actually are hot. sometimes not so much. i feel so privileged to be part of such a shallow society.

however, because there are really a whole lot of attractive people on this site, i have been staring at too many photos trying to figure out how it’s possible to make myself look as such.

the real poo .

the moment you walk out of the hairdressers you feel great. you know your hair is hot, and you’ve just gotten used to your face after staring at it too for long in the mirror, so you probably think you’re hot too.

so you flick your hair, strut away confidently and check yourself out in the reflections of the glass as you walk to whatever destination that calls.

you can feel the softness of your hair flowing around you and smile smugly to yourself as it brushes your shoulders and your face. you are beautiful.

unfortunately, for some reason, this feeling will not last.

sole mates .

i’ve loved many different things throughout my life. there were always obsessions, things that i clung to and then got bored of; hello kitty, bucket hats, d.i.y. jewellery, various people. i always move on. there has only ever been one consistent love in my life.

shoes.

i’ve realised that it fits all the requirements. love is blind, relentless, sometimes painful and always passionate. very much like my pull towards shoes. i just can’t stop wanting them and can’t stop looking at them. it’s impossible to let them go.

scandalous .

like most shallow people that will admit they love gossip girl, and the seemingly deeper ones that try to conceal it, i’m addicted. to think that one could be a part of the world such as the upper east side of manhattan is striking and absolutely drool-worthy, just like all the characters in the show.

they play with our emotions, causing us to love one character at a time before their innermost devil is exposed, moving the limelight onto another rich, spoilt and misunderstood bitch. they spill scandal after scandal until a bunch of crazy connections are intertwined in our heads about who’s sleeping with whom and whose parents have illegitimate children together. we love it.

aspirations .

today i saw the film he’s just not that into you. i must say, it’s probably one of those films that the whole female population adores while the male population confusedly ponders their reactions towards it. give or take a couple, of course; i can’t stereotype the whole world.

personally, as a cynic slash closet romantic (which means i love watching other people’s happily ever afters but don’t believe they will happen to me), i enjoyed the film very much. i didn’t love it, but i do believe that it exposes many of our flaws as women, as well as the true character of men. maybe if the film didn’t end so happily the message that “he’s just not that into you” would have gotten through better, but then it wouldn’t have been hollywood, and people wouldn’t have emerged from the film content and raving at how wonderful it was.

numbers and time .

procrastinating, and found some guy on the internet that said these 30 books are a must read before one is 30. i think a few aren’t really my type, but there are a couple on this list that i’ve been meaning to read as well.

there were a few books that i was shocked not to find on the list, such as utopia by thomas moore, huxley’s brave new world, oscar wilde and a whole lot of classics. i mean, seriously, wilde is one of the BEST writers that has ever lived! and harry potter wasn’t on the list either; i think this guy needs to rethink some of his list. also, there are a few books on this list that i’ve never heard of, so i will be doing some research into them. so here we go…

countdown .

 soundtrack: shayne ward; melt the snow // thoughts: nerdnerdnerd

man my tag cloud makes me look like a nerd. but please, listen to me explain!

i started tagging yesterday, and i found that my blogs are all about the most random shit ever. i currently have eight pages of tags, which is more than 200 tags altogether. it’s because i always find something different to write about, and the really big ones are the constants in my life; therefore hsc, study, etc have more posts to them. it’s really not because i’m a nerd or anything. honestly.