You see, I can name so many things that isn’t quite “right” about this picture. Not only it’s quality alone, but also about the person who’s in it. Her hair looks wrong, her head looks wrong, her face looks wrong. Her eyebrows looks wrong, her eyes looks wrong, her nose looks wrong, her smile looks wrong. blah blah blah. But does that really describe a person? They say beauty fades as fast as intimidation outshines perfection imperfections. Does that make any sense? What about beauty lays in the eye of the beholder? Or how it doesn’t really matter that you’re on top of a hill, but what matters more is how you got on top of that hill. An example completely out the blue but rather completely relevant to the moral of my 4:00 a.m. rant. Point is, success can give nothing more than attraction to an audience, but the story behind the success is what potentially gives proper respect and appreciation. I’ve been working non-stop. I’m tired as fuck, my neck hurts, I’m beginning to think I have ulcer or whatever the hell. My eyes are killing me. I have a gut now. I have anxiety issues. I can’t breath at night. again, blahblahblahlah. But that never stopped me from smiling ^^ irregularly. Nor getting ready and tryna look my best. Calling and socializing with an optimistic feel around my family, friends. That never stopped me from trying to make this world a happier and peaceful place. The reason for my rant, is my parents. Not in a bad way, but in a way that describes exactly what type of person they raised me to be. And how much that reflects on the type of people they are to society. Filipino. Straight up filipino. Middle Classed. Not always happy, but complete. And in my eyes better than the best. The type of parents that taught me to remain simple. Open minded, and more importantly open hearted. They’re not always my bestfriends, but when push comes to shove, they’re my strength and perseverance. They work hard to give me more than I need, and at this very moment they’re sacrificing a lot just to send me on the right path even when if it may be a tremendous risk factor to our family. OK, nevermind. My mind isn’t processing correctly anymore. I don’t know where I’m going with this. Just by looking a person, what makes you think you know enough to deliberate such objection. Being stereotypical, means, no knowledge whatsoever.

You see, I can name so many things that isn’t quite “right” about this picture. Not only it’s quality alone, but also about the person who’s in it.

Her hair looks wrong, her head looks wrong, her face looks wrong. Her eyebrows looks wrong, her eyes looks wrong, her nose looks wrong, her smile looks wrong. blah blah blah.

But does that really describe a person? They say beauty fades as fast as intimidation outshines perfection imperfections. Does that make any sense? What about beauty lays in the eye of the beholder? Or how it doesn’t really matter that you’re on top of a hill, but what matters more is how you got on top of that hill. An example completely out the blue but rather completely relevant to the moral of my 4:00 a.m. rant.

Point is, success can give nothing more than attraction to an audience, but the story behind the success is what potentially gives proper respect and appreciation.

I’ve been working non-stop. I’m tired as fuck, my neck hurts, I’m beginning to think I have ulcer or whatever the hell. My eyes are killing me. I have a gut now. I have anxiety issues. I can’t breath at night. again, blahblahblahlah.

But that never stopped me from smiling ^^ irregularly. Nor getting ready and tryna look my best. Calling and socializing with an optimistic feel around my family, friends. That never stopped me from trying to make this world a happier and peaceful place.

The reason for my rant, is my parents. Not in a bad way, but in a way that describes exactly what type of person they raised me to be. And how much that reflects on the type of people they are to society.

Filipino. Straight up filipino. Middle Classed. Not always happy, but complete. And in my eyes better than the best. The type of parents that taught me to remain simple. Open minded, and more importantly open hearted. They’re not always my bestfriends, but when push comes to shove, they’re my strength and perseverance.

They work hard to give me more than I need, and at this very moment they’re sacrificing a lot just to send me on the right path even when if it may be a tremendous risk factor to our family.

OK, nevermind. My mind isn’t processing correctly anymore. I don’t know where I’m going with this.

Just by looking a person, what makes you think you know enough to deliberate such objection. Being stereotypical, means, no knowledge whatsoever.

#no sense trying to atriculate  #dumbass  
10 months ago on August 02, 2011 at 06:05am