— Marjorie Gabionza
Fire and eyes.
There are days I simply don’t want to wear any makeup - not even a lip or cheek tint. I prefer my lips looking chapped and bare, ugly in a way.
There are days I don’t want to highlight my eyes. And now that I got double lids on one, I finally learned how to appreciate how beautifully crafted they are. I used to want a deep set pair, round ones with longer lashes. But, no. They’re pretty this way.
There are days I try to contour my nose because mine is not as beautiful as mom’s. She taught me how to make invisible lines. But today, I didn’t. I used to think they’re swollen, too big for my taste. But if they get any smaller, my cheeks would be more prominent when they’re already occupying half of my face.
There were days I used to pluck my brows. Then, I saw the young Demi Moore and met Cara Delevingne. So, I bid adieu.
I guess it all boils down to contentment, and how you see yourself.
My confidence has never been as high as a five-storey infrastructure - not even two, if I’ll be real. But as I age, I find out that confidence is not earned from the clothes you wear, not from the number of digits in your bank account, not from the scent you leave in a walkway, and not even from the clarity of your complexion.
It’s rooted in self-acceptance.
(I re-posted the quoted part in Facebook and tagged it as anonymous. Shhh… What’s ours is ours.)
I just realized I’m not up for any material thing this Christmas season because I can’t even come up with a single item for a wishlist.
— Carrie Bradshaw, Valley of the Twenty-Something Guys
Funny how others remember, and how others don’t.
It’s the time of the year again. #growingpains
"Happy Birthday to me!"
So I bought three pairs of feminine shoes and a dozen, I mean, TWO dozens of discounted branded clothes in the last two months. Talk to me about outlet sales and the days after the greatest three-day sales. Lol.
Then I realized, Lance’s clothes will still be, and will always be more expensive than mine. Tell me about little men’s shoes.
I’m still working on saving for some jeans because ‘the boyfriend’ doesn’t want me wearing leggings anymore. Grrr.
Yesterday, before I set off to utopia, Lance asked me to come watch him practice for their Christmas Mass Demonstration. (He’ll be dancing to the Red Nose Reindeer’s famous tune.)
Unfortunately, I can’t leave work until 1pm so no matter what I do, I won’t make it at eight in the morning.
With that being said, I just called him, since my lunch is at eight, and all I got is "Sige na. Bye bye na!" It means, "Okay. Bye." like get off the phone in a nice way. Hahaha.
Mom told me that the little girl he wants to be partnered with hasn’t arrived yet so he’s currently growing frustration under his tiny brows.
(Sigh.) My young man will always be my baby.
Everyone’s relationship is just as messed up as everyone else’s.
1. The "I Did Something Wrong but Instead of Admitting It I’m Going to Be Mad at You" Fight. ” I can’t believe you washed the pink sock with my white jeans! What the hell! Oh wait, I did the laundry? I AM BLAMING THIS ALL ON YOU.” Who hasn’t been there.
2. The "You’re Not 22 Anymore and Therefore Do Not Need 12 Shots of Tequila on a Tuesday" Fight. After a certain age this just becomes embarrassing. Related: The “Why Do You Waste Money on Bars?” Fight.)
3. The "Your Friend is So Inappropriate" Fight. Usually it’s the friend who’s making your significant other take, like, 80 shots of Jaegermeister on a Thursday…