Friendship and people.

I've realised that I don't know as much about my friends and who they are (or the different people they can be) as much as I thought I did. I'm not saying that in any negative way, it's just that I never knew that.

My friends don't keep a part of them from me, it's just that they never talk with me about those other things because we both know that I'd never be interested. I don't resent my friends for that, but it is strange seeing your friends in a whole knew light. And I think it goes both ways, too.

I should be glad about this, though. Everyone needs a whole array of friends around them. Sure, I have my best friends whom I love dearly, but I don't talk to them about every single thing because even though we have our many shared interests, we also have interests that the other would definitely not like. They're also my best friends because we understand each other, and part of that understanding is that we don't want to see each other's faces everyday and talk about the same thing all the time. It gets monotonous and you start to get sick of your friend. I like how my friends understand me despite me being quite the impersonal "ice queen" that I am.

I don't know where this blog is going. I think I'll stop now.

Thanks for passing by.

P.S.: I'm really liking clouds at the moment.

Cumulus cloud ♥

The sky was so lovely today.

Touché.

Today in english we were discussing poetry. We read this one poem that was realy simple and everyone scoffed and said 'phhft! I could have done that!.'
Our english teacher then retorted with 'but did you do it?'

Touché.

Sometimes we look at a piece of text, or art, or whatever and think that it is so simple that even we could have done that, when, really, the question should be 'did I ever think to do that?'

No.

A little spot of vanity and hard feelings.

Screw that last post.
Gosh, why won't people recognise me?
Yes, contrary to popular belief, I do have a personality. I'm not some quiet little nerd freak who doesn't know how to socialise. I can talk. I just don't like talking to you (plural).
Why are others so much better than me? I loathe the fact that some people are just like me but better.
I know this sounds vain, but there are so many people who don't deserve their status.
And for those that do, frick, I evny you so much that it makes me kind of bitter.

One day, I'll be great, too. And I'll deserve it.



P.S.: I absolutely hate Kesha's music.

Moi.

I think I should be happy with who I am.
I don't need to compare myself to others and bring myself down.
I can be sure that I will not change myself to suit those around me.
I'm lucky that I have potential and opportunities to nurture it.

I'm just going to take what I have and run like wild fire with it.

Happy Belated Birthday!

A best friend and I exhanged birthday presents over a month late today. I bought her the Hayao Miyazaki dvd Ponyo and made her a clock.

 

  

  

Yeah, the photos are really bad quality as I took them with my iPhone that I cracked the other day. But, still, I'm quite proud of it. I actually finished something! And it actually works! It ticks can you can read the time with it and everything! My wall is really embarrassing. I tried to make it look good, but never finished. I'm sorry if my 'french' offends you or Carla Bruni.

Huyen bought me a Melody Gardot album (yes!) and a cute necklace from Irving Baby with a heart pendant that says 'WHAT'S UP, HOMIE?' I like it! Thanks, Huyen, and happy belated birthday.

P.S.: Happy first day of Autumn! Pinch and a punch for the first day of the month!