........ alone.
taken from 9gag.com
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
sugar ministry
hey people! im making another blog for my cakes & cupcakes and other pastry stuff :)
well take a peek!
tadaaa! this is the logo :)
what do you think? designed by my super creative senior ci Mega!
well take a peek!
tadaaa! this is the logo :)
what do you think? designed by my super creative senior ci Mega!
Friday, January 6, 2012
looking through the glass.
define : happy.
for me, I think happy means being accepted for what i am, for who I am, for what I look like, for the food I eat, for the clothes and bags I wear, for the music I listen, for the language I speak, for the Chinese-blood in me, and everything I like which is so .... me!
I found secure wearing make ups and good clothes, heels, and other super-girl-stuff, its like Im a normal human being, I wear what other people wear, I am like other girls, not that outstanding so people wont talk anything weird.
But I found out that my happiness comes when Im wearing my old tees, shorts for sports and my running shoes. Its not that good looking but it's surely the comfiest thing ever!
Yesterday, I found the true joy of being accepted by others. I didnt wear any make up, I didnt even wash my face. Didnt get the chance to shower after I played volleyball, didnt wear the best clothes, didnt use the best bag, didnt wear any of those painful heels, didnt blow my hair (in fact it was messy), but i still had fun. so. much. fun.
I ate a lot but no one looked at me like im a hungry ogre, I laughed like a retarded seal but no one think Im a weirdo, I joked like a failed clown but they all still laugh.
I was accepted at my worst! and frankly, its the happiest moment ever when you can be yourself. no plastic/fake thingy needed! Be yourself! Some may not accept it, but some will surely open their arms to hug you at your worst! :)
thats how I define happy. how about you?
for me, I think happy means being accepted for what i am, for who I am, for what I look like, for the food I eat, for the clothes and bags I wear, for the music I listen, for the language I speak, for the Chinese-blood in me, and everything I like which is so .... me!
I found secure wearing make ups and good clothes, heels, and other super-girl-stuff, its like Im a normal human being, I wear what other people wear, I am like other girls, not that outstanding so people wont talk anything weird.
But I found out that my happiness comes when Im wearing my old tees, shorts for sports and my running shoes. Its not that good looking but it's surely the comfiest thing ever!
Yesterday, I found the true joy of being accepted by others. I didnt wear any make up, I didnt even wash my face. Didnt get the chance to shower after I played volleyball, didnt wear the best clothes, didnt use the best bag, didnt wear any of those painful heels, didnt blow my hair (in fact it was messy), but i still had fun. so. much. fun.
I ate a lot but no one looked at me like im a hungry ogre, I laughed like a retarded seal but no one think Im a weirdo, I joked like a failed clown but they all still laugh.
I was accepted at my worst! and frankly, its the happiest moment ever when you can be yourself. no plastic/fake thingy needed! Be yourself! Some may not accept it, but some will surely open their arms to hug you at your worst! :)
thats how I define happy. how about you?
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