There are only advantages to being pretty."
NY Times: Pre-Flight Coat Check
I have a new illustration in today’s NY Times. This was for a column on a new service airlines are offering for passengers traveling to warmer climes. (You can read the story here: NY Times.) Thanks to Bob Goetz for the assignment!
(via nylirams)Source: chibirmingham
Wish I was born shorter.
Wish I was borned with a nice figure that wouldn’t go out of shape.
Wish I was born with a nice face.
Wish I was born pretty.
Wish I was born with a trail of suitors.
Wish I was born loved by others.
Wish I was born satisfied with myself.
Call me the Aviation geek for all you want. There’s just something about the sky and aircrafts that make me go all geeky over it. To the point that if people without the same passion as me stays in the same field I have this overwhelming urge to ask them to get lost!
The sky, just by looking at it brings peace and tranquillity to me. The azure blue with fluffy white clouds sometimes forming a white field and not to forget the sun rays that form a beautiful golden outline or also known as a silver lining on each and every cloud. Simply spectacular.
Being the geek that I am, I can’t stand it when others insults my dreams of getting closer to the sky. Its my dream to fly. My dream to get as close as possible to the sky. Its their choice to remain grounded but for me I know the sky is where I want to be.
I really wanna call time out! Its the holidays yet i’m heading back to school almost everyday. I’m so blardy tired. So stressed up with competition stuff somemore. So pissed off by the autocratic queen. Yet still have to slog my guts out for the project.
Band is fun but its sucking my life force out too. Camps are a real joy but the prepatory work piles up.
I just want a day off. Sleeping till i wake up naturally, lazing around the house, baking, cooking and watching drama. That’s what a holiday should be like! Everything, please PAUSE!
Couples, couples everywhere. Being that average looking girl, a boy would just glance through your face without even looking twice. Add on that height and strong personality? Trust me, they’ll simply stay away.
I don’t deny that when it comes to competitions, studies or presentation etc, im all about CONFIDENCE. Yet, when in comes to looks or relationships, my confidence level goes all time low.
Friends have told me to feel more confident when it comes to looks. But HEY! Who’s there to kid? I really am not that petite cute looking girl, not that sexy slim model nor that sweet simple girl next door. I’m just a plain looking jane with that really strong personality. I’m not worried about the cuts nor bruises i get while in a game, i’ll just want to win. I’m not like that girl that will start crying and yelping in pain that forces everyone to pause the game just for me to show me absolute attention. When i don’t get what i want, i accept it and find out what went wrong. I don’t whine until i get what i want. When i don’t understand something, i seek my answers from books and stuff, not go around asking for answers especially when its stated so clearly in the book.
Well, i once tried to not be this strong, but i ended up with cuts and bruises internally. I doubt i will want that to happen again. Im really not that type that will allow people to bully me. Anyway, sometimes, i feel as if some girls are really too weak and fragile. I mean, why so emotional? Somethings aren’t even worth crying for and i’m not just refering to relationships. For example, crying over a paper cut, crying over something small. Yeah really, im just not that kind of girl. I don’t like showing people my tears. I mean why show people your weak side?
Ok, so maybe that’s why guys wont go for me. Cause im too strong for them i suppose. Anyway, i suppose someday, i will find the happiness i deserve and that someone will look at me beyond my exterior and strength. After all, for an averge looking person like me, when someone likes you, they really like you for who you are and not for your looks only.
She’s disappeared. The oh so pathetically weak girl that tried so hard for a mere being. Gone were the days her tears fell, gone were the days her heart sank, gone were the days she felt so alone.
She’s back, stronger than before, much more independent and much more determined. Her eyes burning with passion, her feet positioned to pounce on her dreams, her head all in the game.
Who could tell that she was that weak pathetic soul that everyone sympathised with? Beyond that wimpy facade of hers laid this ferocious tigeress with eyes locked onto her prey, she’s ready to take on the world.
My scripting feel is back but at the wrong time. :( So busyyyyy. I wanna write like i used to when im bored! RAWRRR!!! Missed having so much writing inspiration. HAHAHA had a huge writer’s block for a long period of time. All the creative juice had gone dry. Well, i suppose its back again! ^^