I can be a tourist...

I went to the Empire State building!

I'm actually really afraid of heights and I dislike the cold, but the view was entirely worth it.
Plus knowing someone who can help you skip the four hour line is even better.

See, so I can be a tourist in Manhattan, but only if there are shortcuts...

Sunshine...

Within a week, my life has changed. So much so that I cannot even start to explain...

All that I do know is that everything happens for a reason, after tears there is joy and life is an amazing thing.
Some days I still want to cry, but not today. Today has been wonderful. I'm finally learning how to accept changes and how to live one day at a time.
This is probably the biggest lesson that life has taught me so far.

I am not the same person that I was a week ago and I'm okay with that. Life is unpredictable and people change constantly and change is probably one of the most painful things to go through, but it's also one of the best things to survive.

One step at a time, one sunrise at a time and a whole field of possibilities.

So bring on the sunshine, today is a new day!

Uh... It's suppose to be weekend?

I feel like banging my head against the keyboard, so much is happening at the moment, but nothing interesting enough to really write about. C'mon zombie apocalypse, where are you when a person needs some entertainment?

I have survived fashion week and market week, but I really have no idea if I will get through assignment week.  Writing a paper on a subject that only mildly interests me is worse than watching the Twilight Saga, standing in uncomfortable shoes the whole day and dealing with difficult clients all at the same time.

Needless to say, my weekend is going to be rather uneventful.
Here's to everyone else having a weekend!

Some days I just don't know...

What is beauty?  I would like to say beauty is unique. Then I watch a stupid reality TV program and everyone wants to have the same perfect body and no flaws and... They all look like barbies cast from the same mold in the end.

Other days I think that beauty is not even an external feature, but something more deep and lasting ( except those silicone implants, those things can even survive cremation, just so by the way) Any pretty girl with a horrid attitude will prove my point. 

Why am I even wondering what beauty is? Well the thing is, I don't always know. I don't know how I can determine what beauty is, when there are so many different perceptions.

I've seen so many women/girls, who are torn apart due to their physique.

Skinny girls are making their voices heard,by speaking up when someone says mean things about them, things they should not even have to tolerate.  (see my post making my skinny voice heard)  Actually the point that I'm trying to make is that people try to justify what pretty is NOT and they point fingers at individuals who don't deserve it. 

Now I would like to know: Does it make you feel pretty and beautiful when you point out someone's flaws and that which makes them so hideous? I don't understand the mean girls lifestyle. It doesn't make anyone happy. 

What about being happy? Isn't that part of being beautiful? Audrey Hepburn said that happy girls are the prettiest. Maybe the appeal lies within the happiness? (or rather being a well balanced individual, since no one wants to be with someone...who isn't)

And when balance is mentioned, apparently beauty is all about balance and proportions.

a balance between psychological factors and physical attractiveness, body proportions and the regularity of features. This is a mouthful, in other words, be nice, well groomed and live a healthy lifestyle.

I'm guessing that beauty is all about balance, but for me (excluding industry influences) beauty lies within the so called flaws and imperfections that make us who we are. 

I welcome my self back to my blog...and here's to 2012.

Sounds like bad stage directions, but there it is... I'm back...

My holiday in SA was awesome and now it's time to hit the books, the runways and studios to earn my keep...

New York decided to not welcome me back in the friendliest manner, the weather is miserable (or it could just be that I've set the SA standard and I'm now hoping that every day is a sunny one)

So the weather didn't give me a warm welcome, but the year is still young (and not the last one I hope)

Here's to a fabulous 2012!

Making my skinny voice heard...

I've been reading quite a few comments about skinny girls...

JK Rowling implied that we're stupid and those who have curves would say that we're not feminine..

A statement such as " Only dogs go for bones, real men like curves" actually does little to my ego and self image... 

Really, it annoys me, but it does not make me feel like less of a woman... 

Actually it makes me happy to know that the guys who like curves don't like me... They might like curves ONLY and not the rest of you, like your personality...

To be honest, some dogs even make better companions than a superficial partner, my spaniel loves me for who I am and accepts me, bony butt and all...

 Can you with your pretty curves say that about the guys who 'appreciate' you so much?

Also, we are not dumb! I am not an idiot, just because I am skinny...  If you think that we lack intelligence, my goodness, where have you been? My weight does not determine my intelligence, but what I read, who I talk to and what I take from that, does play a role. 

I do not starve, just because I'm skinny doesn't mean I'm hungry all the time... 

I don't live to eat, I eat when I'm hungry and I eat just what I want. So excuse my bony butt for being able to eat junk food, candy and what ever else I feel like eating.

So, just to let you know, I am NOT jealous of your curves, nor do I want them... 

If you're happy, then all is well, but don't break me and every other skinny girl down just because we're 'lacking in intelligence and femininity'... We might actually just surprise you and accept you for who you are, curves and all...

My second last weekend in Hong Kong...

I am out of here in three weeks! 

Yes, I cannot seem to count according to the title, yes it's still correct.

Next weekend I will be going to Manila to do a fashion show for the Red Cross fundraiser...

The typhoons have once again left so many without homes that some action has been taken to raise funds to help those in need...

I'm so excited that the countdown will probably start including hours and minutes, since I am in desperate need of some real sunshine and a good night's sleep. My body seems to be taking the countdown very seriously and I am slowly but surely swapping my days and nights... The first step to suffering from insomnia... Sigh, just three more weeks of suffering with the sleeping problems... 

I don't think that I have ever been this excited to write exams...