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I think I’m addicted to dresses

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LIST OF DRESSES

1. Purple flutter sleeve
2. White fade grey
3. Brown pattern
4. Make-Penguin’s-Eyes-Pop-Out
5. Formal tea party
6. Lacey
7. Blue and Purple Neon Skyline
8. Black cocktail
9. Black artsy
10. Black office
11. Blue necktie
12. Wide strap hippy flounce
13. Short-sleeve Indies relapse
14. Red and black eyeshadow
15. Polka dot fiesta
16. Charcoal silver
17. Sprinkling gold
18. Golden dance number

Hmm…eek?

It’s Really Funny

Originally I wanted to create this other blog “Do You Doubt That I Love You?” for some of my friends, who are too far away to always know when they’re down.

Then I changed it so that it’s mostly for God now.

But now, in these days when I’m feeling alone, and uncertain, and I write on this blog, I look at that title and remember the people who do love me, and that is just the best thing.

And then I giggle because I wrote a love letter to myself.

Writing

I don’t write as much now as I used to. I started my DeviantArt account, and posted a few pieces there. They’re old pieces though, and I do wish that I could write new ones like I used to.

With my projected salary now I also think it might be a while before I can afford somewhere to live. It seems like my childhood dreams are tumbling around me.

But Penguin has been helping me keep a stiff upper lip (so to speak). So: SHALL SMILE!)

Pet Peeves

So we all have things that piss us off, make steam come out of our ears, and just things that generally make the day take a nosedive. I tend to have quite a few. Here are some of them (the ones that I can think of).

1. If you eat my stuff and fail to replace it.
2. If you eat my stuff, fail to replace it, and then fail to tell me about it.
3. If you food-block me. Don’t do it. You ruin my day when you do it. I’m not kidding, it strips all pleasure out of me, and I WILL face you with hatred for the next 24 hours.
4. People reading my email without my permission, even if its over my shoulder (just makes me want to elbow them in the gut…)
5. If you sit next to me on the subway/bus/any other place where I don’t have room to scoot away from you and then you promptly spread your legs like a 5 penny whore.
6. If people think that as soon as they tell you about a bad habit, you can magically cure it the moment they tell you. And that telling you multiple times daily means faster improvement. In all actuality it just makes me want to rebel AND punch you (not “or”).
7. Following from the above: it is not a crime to be figuring things out. Lots of people take too little time to figure things out. The crime is if you’re lying about taking time to figure things out, and are, instead, running away from responsibility.
8. The people who promise you to do something by a certain time, and then fail to do so, without NOTIFYING YOU BEFOREHAND AND GIVING YOU A LEGITIMATE, NON-REPETITIVE REASON. This includes making me stand in place for more than 15 minutes (I am resigned to 5-10 because of the idiotic subway in NYC, but if you’re in Hong Kong, CALL) because you weren’t paying attention when your elementary school teacher was talking about TIME and PUNCTUALITY.
9. Linked to the above, thinking your time is so much more valuable than other people’s. A very lovely story about a higher-up who got angry about one of his lower-downs making a pizza guy wait in the lobby for 1 hour still makes me want to raise my hands in gratitude.
10. People who make their group mates do all the work.
11. People who pretend to do work and don’t.
12. People who ask you to sacrifice your happiness for theirs. Talk about outrageous!
13. People who use the words “rape” and “sexually harass” all over the place without actually meaning the action that comes with the word. I have unhappily resigned to not using “kill,” “shoot,” and “strangle” so as not to be a hypocrite. The world should look on me kindly, refer to no. 5, and start doing the same.
14. Foam sounds. !!!!!!!!!
15. If I cannot find the pen that I started writing a piece for, and thus cannot continue with the same pen (and I don’t mean the same brand, type, whatever either. I mean the SAME pen).

10 Quirks

I have an icon collection (coughs, points to left). Like, nearing 3,000 kind of icon collection.

I actually love school. All of it. The homework, the papers, the clubs and organizations and meeting people (okay, maybe not so much the exams).

I really adore tie-up shoes.

Despite loving keeping in touch with people, I’m absolutely horrendous at it. I can’t seem to keep penpaling or skypeing unless it’s Penguin, and even then it has to be short text-like messages.

I love dancing and I’m atrocious at it. Okay, some of my friends know this, so maybe it’s not that new…

I adore dresses. It’s like a fetish. Not only are they pretty, but I don’t have to buy a bottom (or a top if you think of it the other way). I just put it over my head, and tadah! No trouble at all.

I love looking at stilettos, but I’d die wearing them. So comfort shoes it is. (sighs)

Favorite jewelry piece: necklace. Necklaces you can hide and wonder about (and then wonder about the lovely pulse and collar bones and dip inbetween underneath that necklace). And then they can be absolutely gorgeous and whimsical (and you don’t have to worry about them weighing down your ear lobes). Only downside: cannot wear with halter dress without looking over-the-top. Earrings can be cute and elegant, but I’m allergic so they’re no use. Bracelets are lovely but clank on my wrist when I write (and since I write and edit a LOT, this is a very big failure). And for some reason I always feel anklets are really annoying (even though they remind me of the beach) and kind of unhygienic. I can’t be bothered to take them off, but I can’t wear them with work shoes either. And brooches seem fastidious.

I love reading out loud. I get stage fright when acting (and my memory is terrible), but I do still like to put drama into literature.

Favorite meal: tea/brunch, followed by dinner, breakfast, then lunch.

Bonus: I do NOT like Reese’s chocolates.

i hope this world is satisfied.

so here on, I shall be kind, but not expect kindness. A hard lesson, this, but something I had to learn, I suppose.

 

edit: Mark Watson has just become my new favorite man. Also:  10 reasons why being a woman sucks.

You don’t bring me flowers anymore.

But then again, you never did.

Swallow

Swallow your pride,  it won’t help you. All those that ask are but friends, even if they raise your fear like a flag over your head. You’ve never surrendered before, and if you have, you have still fought and not let anyone see the blackness consume your eyes like the veil of an adulteress. Attempt your best and then not regret it, and let at least the enemy of Guilt lay down her sword to rest.

Dresses I seriously am thinking about breaking the bank for

Yeah. I like tiers. Sue me. It’s so wonderfully simple but so gorgeously elegant. It makes me feel as if, if I put it on, I’ll be all smooth and velvety, like a piece of milk chocolate.

Then there’s this elegant coiffure of a dress. Feels so totally put together, and I feel like my hair’s already done up in some sweeping tangle of curls, falling just so. And the cut of the skirt will probably not fit me too well, but hey, it might.

Also known as the damn-I-wish-I-had-won-that-contest dress, DOESN’T THIS LOOK LIKE SOMEONE PILED CREAM, POWDERED IT WITH SUGAR AND MADE IT INTO A DRESS?