Back when I was ignorant about a lot of things, I thought makeup was just a thing that attention-hungry people wore.
"Oh makeup is just for girly girls who want attention from boys, which I don't need 'cause I'm a tomboy, and also f*ck boys!"
Ignorant and stereotypical, right?
Anyway, I didn't want to miss out on the luxury and beauty of life. So come 2013, I blossomed into this beautiful, non-biased-about-makeup kind of person and look how happy I am! Ha-ha!
So before I preach more about gender stereotypes, let's get on with my beauty kit, shall we?

My whole being desired writing so badly, but I had no idea what to write. I asked my boyfriend for suggestions about plots and whatnot and he told me that I should write about Fire, Water, Earth and Air and their perspective about life. Ergo... I did.


I think more things like these will come in the future. Teehee.

“What's the hardest thing in life?” His brows suddenly went furrowed.
“What do you mean?” He said as he took a bite from his sandwich.
“Well, you know.” I paused, clawing my mind for the right words. “The hardest battle a person has to go through.” I say, like a mantra. “Something like that.” I casually added.
He stared at me intently, trying to figure out why I asked such a mind boggling question at such random times. When he found no further intentions from me, he took a deep breath. “Losing someone.”
I nodded at him, holding my tongue from blabbering my own opinion. We stayed silent for a long time, and when we realized there was nothing else to do, we parted ways.
Once I was alone in my apartment, I started pondering about my own question.
A single word suddenly echoed in my mind – truth.
I suddenly remembered all the moments in my life when the truth knocked the wind out of me like a car rushing to a dead end and it left me crumbling to pieces.
I took a glass of water as I recalled the time I told myself to suck it up and push through all the problems because I know something good will come out of it because it always does. I fought hard and endured it with my greatest efforts. After a long time, I realized, sometimes, it never does get better.
 I snapped out of my reverie as I heard a crack. I was gripping the glass too hard. I immediately felt a  longing for my childhood again. It seemed such an immature and invalid emotion so I tried pushing it away. But it sat there, in the comfort of my chest.
As I tried calming myself down, another epiphany came crashing down. I could no longer think of myself as much as I did back then. My wants are no longer priorities, nor my needs are the top ones. I need to think of loved ones and their necessities and incorporate them with my own.
The truth was messing with my mind again, yet there's only one thing to do – accept it.
Accepting the truth is the hardest battle a person has to face everyday.
But perhaps one great truth needs to be said, we're never alone in this battle.

And as the sun set down, they stayed under the comfort of the clouds. She told him to watch how every color changed.
But he did't listen, instead, he looked at her.
And whilst she saw a beautiful landscape, he saw how breathtaking she was.

He told himself that that afternoon was meant to be remembered.
Because he knew he was going to need an image of goodness when everything else wasn't.