a quick one before I forget

i am so blessed. beyond, beyond words. i am so happy for my parents--things are really looking up for them and they deserve every bit of it.

there are two types of good things: the type that just happens out of sheer luck, and the type that you work for. we should all be grateful that the latter exists.

borderline enfp and infp, own it.

*speak of your goals positively and always hold them high.

be nicer to J

welcome the new, but always hold onto the good.

DON'T THINK, JUST DO (i tell myself this when waking the fuck up lol)

be obnoxious. be loud. be everything you want to be and more, cause life's too short to hold back all that is you

learn how to back stall park like a boss..

this year's xmas wish: catching up with everyone i haven't seen in forevs. freal. 2012 won't be a good year unless i see everyone i love before the year is over. i owe it to myself to put aside some time for old friends, and i owe it to them to man the fuck up and stop being such a flakey late douchebag.. lol.. schoolwork aside, i really think i can get my priorities straight? XX

I've got Man Shoulders.

There was a time where I'd complain about my so-called "man shoulders" *cue Regina George voice*. Somehow, I was convinced that I had developed a boxier frame due to my years at the pool (thank you, butterfly stroke). This notion was confirmed thanks to my dad's relentless teasing.. He only teased me cause he knew better; he knew that broad shoulders weren't the end the world. In fact, broad (or feigned broad) shoulders might be a woman's gateway into what we'd call a man's world.



Balmain

 It's only until now that I can really say that I love a woman with strong shoulders. More importantly, I love a woman who isn't afraid to draw added attention to an area that has been previously associated to our male counterparts. I used to poke fun at my mum's old-school shoulder pads, but now I'm wondering Why should men get all the glory? I got shoulders too, y'all.. And they fine as hell!

An embellished frame can make you look taller, stand straighter, and embody the aura of an all-business-no-nonsense-type prowess.. In the snap of a finger, you're polished. You're tailored. You've added a feminine mystique to a once no-girls-allowed property.

This leads to my current situation: I'm on the search for the perfect blazer(s).

On my list already.. (Mmhmm, this post doubles as my shopping list. Girl's gotta multitask somehow.)



Alexander McQueen

The cream-coloured Crepe Blazer



Forever 21

The Studded Blazer
The Double-Breasted Blazer

The Gold-Buttoned  Blazer



Lili



The Electric Blue Blazer

The One-Button Blazer



Stella McCartney

The Black Boyfriend Blazer

Suit up, ladies..

XOXO, K

I wanna. I wanna. I gotta be adored.

So my boyfriend and I recently admitted that we are falling in love with each other.

"We're definitely on our way," as he puts it.

Half of me is exhilerated--shouldn't we all aim to be that brutally honest and openly suspectible to love? I always thought love's Nirvana would be described as a place where nobody is keeping score anymore. A place where you're free to stand ontop of a street bench and tell the whole world how much you love your significant other; where all trust issues simply dissipate.

I would be so happy just having that. For a (premature) period of time, my greatest fear growing up was to one day wake up next to the wrong person. I'd turn next to me and wonder, "Where's the love of my life?"

But of course, nothing in life works out accordingly. We can't all have what we want. The cynic in the back of my head recognizes the boundaries between sheer fantasy and reality. We can't all have the fairytale wedding and the happy marriage. Part of me is in love with the idea of love; its many manifestations and the promise that it is indeed what gives life purpose.

The other part of me is mortified.

"What's your favourite thing about me?"

"Your personality."

Too blessed to be stressed

butterflies. sweet kisses. deep kisses. Asian kisses. tummy rubs. neck nuzzles. face nuzzling. biting, lots of biting. swoon (the scarlett ohara kind). lift me off my feet--literally. piggy backs that lead to near choking. laughter. smile. kiss. shake hands. hold hands. hold both hands. hug. squeeze (attempt to suffocate). tickle. laugh. laugh. laugh. wrestle. fight. yell. hurt. dislike. the simple act of giving a shit... no more yelling. long talks. sleepless nights [on the phone]. the world is finally at peace.. rise and grind.  smile. sunshine (even when it's not sunny). blessed. rejoice. happy.  rinse, repeat.

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