more is less

is beauty really in the eye of the beholder? or does it have some standard that everyone, more or less, agree upon?

do we agree that mature women should not dress the same way their teenage daughters do?

when skin is sagging, isn’t it appropriate to cover up? the less elasticity in your skin, the more fabric you wear.

i went to a bank earlier today and saw some toxic sight.

a women, i guess, of late forties or early fifties, was dressed in a pink tank top and white shorts. wtf, dude?

her skin wasn’t very sagging to the point that it was ugly to look at. it, however, started to show the decline in firmness.

i wonder why she dressed that way. doesn’t she have some shame? we don’t usually show much skin in this country, unless we are at the beach. showing a lot of skin is usually for teenagers whose parents are too busy to discipline them or who aspire to become whores.

what is her agenda? does she think she can look appealing to her husband dressing like a cheap slut? or maybe she used to dress like that when she was younger and that style has become her staple. no matter what the motives are, i think, when in doubt, more is less. we should take a look in the mirror before stepping out of the house.

how one dresses is one’s business and i should butt out?

sorry no. can’t accept that. it’s your business how you dress, yes, but it’s my eyesight you are polluting. i think fashion and beauty have a certain standard that we most agree upon; when you are an adult, dress like one. the length of your cloth should not be the opposite direction to your age. there is women section at department store. don’t get lost in the kiddy floor.

it’s not my business until you step into my sight.

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i like jane

or more like, i wanna be her. 

it’s jane from twilight, that is. 

not that i want to become a vampire. i’m not stupidly crazy like bella (aka two-timing b—-). i like her smug mannerism, when it’s not directed my way, of course. 

one reason i can think of (admitting) is that attitude and expression are sort of a shield. not the same kind as bella (whom i grossly dislike) but the shield from antagonism. with that attitude walking side by side, no one will dare messing with you. 

some air i should wrap around myself a lot more. 

i’m feeling that i care about respect much less. now i want FEAR. 

go jane

image from teen vogue

i have become a twilight groupie

i couldn’t resist it anymore. i had tried to restrain myself from buying the books. being short on cash is one of the reason. another is that i am exhausted from reading sequel books. i was determined to stop at harry porter. 7 books seem to be more than enough. another 4 (or 5) doesn’t sound possible. moreover, i think i have read many books already, enough to skip this one w/o being branded illiterate. 

i was doing fine after watching twilight. the movie is nice but not powerful enough to make me read the book. new moon is totally another story. with jacob looking like that, i couldn’t fight it anymore. and i succumb, hence the book. 

so yes, it’s not much because of the plot or the power of love between immortal and human. it’s jacob. with his long or short hair, being tall, dark and that dreamy smile, i just want to die and go to werewolf heaven. i can understand why bella loves edward. the words in the book are so strong , emotional and vivid. on screen, it’s different. it’s visual. i can never prefer some pale thin cold guy to dark, handsome, tall, hunky, furry, and warm one. 

twilight follower i become. vampire lover i am not. i pledge my allegiance to the werewolf, especially when he is that breathtaking, drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, striking, …(please help me with the synonyms)…

i got jacob fever

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

by william shakespeare 

blame it on being lifeless

because i don’t have a life, and don’t try to find one, my time is much spent on some fictional life. 

twilight’s new moon is full of emotions. i love jacob. i’m team jacob from the start. and this episode is like oh wow. i can’t not in love head over heel w/ jacob.

how could i not? werewolf or a simple dog, they are much preferable to vampires. is there anyone who doesn’t like to hug a furry warm fluffy creature? 

i love every scene w/ jacob and bella together, every scene of him alone. every scene of him in every angle. 

you can’t design love. bella loves edward and nothing you can do about it. bella breaks jacob’s heart, as maga destructive as it it, nothing you can do about it. 

i guess there’s nothing i can do about it, the fact that he doesn’t love me. 

ok, back to the movie, jacob looks hot in very turn, long hair/short hair, w/ shirt or shirtless hahaha, smiling or being serious. oh dear i’m so in love w/ the werewolf. 

that’s enough walking on senseless cloud for one day. what movie are you planning to see next?