You go about your day matching together outfits that resemble a touch of rhianna, a dash of hipster, and a nicole richie headband. You thumb through websites, magazines, and blog sites seeing what you can create to make you look and feel beautiful. Thats the thing, you already are.

You may not get any dates, or a limited amount of male attention. Thats society, not all men - but a good amount are plagued with what is sexy rather than what can be sexy. Not everyone can look like beyonce, keri, or have an asian exotic look. We are given the hand we are dealt, but that doesn’t mean we got the short end of the stick. You shouldn’t want to look like somebody else, Yes that girl you’re on following might look crazy gorgeous, but inside you can drop the gorgeous and she just might be crazy. You don’t know how people are inside. Some people look great, but feel horrible. Others couldn’t buy a personality if they were the richest person in the world.

I can tell you until i’m blue in the face that there will be a man in your life that will love you, for you. But you won’t believe me. You are impatient, you want instant results, instant love, and instant romance. I can understand that, but it’s just not how it works. How can you expect to be loved and adored when you don’t even love or adore yourself? As hard as it is to believe men do flock to personalities, they love being around someone postive. Even if the man of your dreams doesn’t realize he should be with you, maybe you should be thankful. He didn’t deserve you to begin with if he didn’t realize how amazing you are.

I wish I had all the answers for you, I wish I understood men to the point where I could guide you into a life that never involved tears or heartache, but I don’t. And I’ve experienced those with you. But what breaks my heart is seeing you depressed, angry, self damaging yourself to look like women in magazines and forgetting who you are along the way. Nobody should define you, and no man should make you question your purpose for being here. You are beautiful, even if you don’t believe it - I will keep telling you. You are beautiful.

Let certain men chase video models, magazine cover girls, or even blogsite women. Let them dish out feeble attempts of pick up lines, and wish under every star to find a girl like scarjo. Let them see that the girl with the most amazing personality, who is there everytime they are needed, who never judges, understands, and will love every inch of them may not have the super model looks or the hour glass figure, is beautiful in her own way. And if he can’t see that, or anybody else can’t see that - young girl, it’s not your fault. Its theirs, you know why? Because you ARE beautiful. Don’t you dare think otherwise."

I think every girl needs to know that.

I have my insecurities, and I like making them known.

like.. which you probably already know,
I'm a fat cow :(

I need to start having the motivation again.

& to remember,
nothing tastes as good as thin feels.

When our time is up
When our lives are done
Will we say, we've had our fun

Will we make a mark this time
Will we always say we tried

Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out
This is all we got now
Scream until your heart stops

it'd be nice to be receiving flowers again.

We might not get the kind of romance that we'd dream of all the time,
but when you're in love, all that doesn't seem to matter.

you are my sweet little butter muffin filled with melted mini chocolate chips.
you are like my vanilla ice-cream cone coated with chocolate with nuts topping.
you are like my sunshine in a cool breezy day on the beach.
you are like my daily dose of starbucks hot chocolate with extra whipped.
you are like my favourite book which I unrevel a whole new mystery in every different chapters.
you are like the yellow post-its that I stick it everywhere to remind myself how much I don't deserve to get you.
you are like the song that I put on repeat on my ipod every morning.
you are like the pot of gold I'd wish to find at the end of the rainbow.
you are like the fruits that I'd picked out from the fruit platter to dipped into the chocolate fondue.
you are like my tiramisu cake that I like to eat layer by layer.
you're like my guilty pleasure for gossip girl & fattening stuff.
I know you'll still love me the way I am even if my inner thighs meet, my cheeks puffed, my legs scarred.
Yet I am a selfish bitch who doesn't love you back as much as you do to me.
Yet you've never wished for anything else except for me to be happy.
I'm sorry and..

i love you like a million yellow M&Ms.

Because it's not love, but it's still a feeling.


"I know I'm dreaming she's in love with me,
but in reality, she's a one night machine.
I know she doesn't fall in love at all."

I might be open-minded and stuff, but that is only if you are CLOSE to me, and you're not the one who define close. Don't think you can get all touchy and close to me just cause my other friends are doing so. No let me rephrase that, my CLOSE friends. So if it's obvious enough that I don't want to stand THAT near to you, or trying to avoid any physical touch AT ALL, that means you're NOT my close friend. STAY AWAY FROM ME!



& how atrocious can ahlians&ahbengs get, smoking in the bus? Seriously. It's okay to be attention seekers, but breaking the law in that way, is just WAY OFF. There were freaking kids in the bus, be considerate. You might think I am judegemental, but come on, admit it, the moment you call them "ahlians&ahbengs", you ARE already judging them. It's not that I want to judge, but.. the things they are doing. I am not perfect too. I am quite a.. horrible sinful person. But I guess I can call myself considerate by not speaking loudly in public, playing music out loud off the typical "ahlians&ahbengs" sony ericsson phone, not putting your legs over your guy friend's in public when you're wearing freaking short shorts/skirt when your legs aren't even that nice, and SMOKING IN THE BUS?!



this post is full of venting. I apologise if I caused any disturbance or judgement in this post.

the sudden urge of making lists..

You know the guy is a keeper when he eats desserts brunch
:)



i wish my inner thighs didn't touch
:(