奇怪的姑姑

教养很重要。祖母一生忙着打理生意，忽略了陪伴子女左右，养成了一群姑姑怪异又扭曲的个性。 小姑逢年过节都嚷嚷着要请我们到她家吃娘惹菜。我终于禁不住她的吵闹，新年期间互换的电话号码，过后留了一则简讯。没想到，音讯全无，请客事件自然没下文。上周，在表妹婚礼上又见小姑。她又陈腔滥调提起请客一事，我控诉她没回我简讯，她却埋怨我没指定我们家什么时候有空。我说：“当下就定下日子如何”。哪知她却说家中正装修，一楼厕所大改革，不适合见客，要我们8月份再约。听到这里，我的心冷了一大半。自始至终小姑应该都没想请客的打算吧。我上次到他家也好像是1997年的事了。既然没想联络，又何必提起请客？真是奇怪的姑姑！

What Then, Beauty Personified?

My blogshop sales recorded an all-time low since 2008. From the days were I could register $1000 profits, my yearly profit last year was just shy of $1.6k. The contrast is startling. The main difference now is choices. The number of plus-size shops are mushrooming like crazy, and the level of competitions and styles available are immense. Naturally the no. of online shoppers have increased too, but not at the speed of the vendors. Some have closed down in the face of evolving times, and I too wondered if I should follow suit. Even, my parents have noticed the drop in packages that I send out, the amt of time in between each bulk of packages which I send out. Of course, my survival is not dependable on the blogshop though the cash had helped bring me on overseas vacations, an indulgence of recent years.

I thought about it and concluded that the blogshop will not die for now. It's been a joyride over the years, a hobby which has given me extra allowance, and allowed me countless hours of online shopping and browsing. Though I meet the occasional troublemaker, majority are nice, even behind the mask of anonymity. $1.5k is still good money to splurge on wants. However given the state of things, the returns must conmensurate the amt of effort which put in. And right now, it's much lesser than in the past. Which is just as well, considering that I know have a love life to look into. :)

一去不返

爱是一种沦陷。
一旦坠入了，就去爱吧。

Plunge

Love is a Fool
who took a Leap of Faith
and plunged head-first
into the dark depths
of what it once denounced

Pain, Longing, and utter Misery

It falls at such breathtaking speed
It falls at such heartbreaking force
And yet it falls,
Smiling

Stranger

Love is a stranger who wants the heart as its home.

The heart is a stranger to Love n what it may bring.

Love is something I'm learning to live with.

It gets stranger.