continue being the weird one

recently i taught of a pretty simple, minimalistic design for a presentation and a friend asked, “what’s up? why is your design simple? usually it’s all weird and everything”.

simple and minimal; but no one else taught of it! :)

sometimes i think i have multiple personalities..

to the first butterfly:

i don’t hate you.
but i find it hard to agree with you. not because you are wrong, but because you hurt me. and for me finding it hard to agree with you, is something i have to deal with, not you.
and i do love and hate your music. i can never decide because your music reminds me of you.. so many good memories, sad memories and in-between memories.
i’ve forgiven you, but i can’t call you my best or good friend anymore. it’s so hard to trust you and it’s getting harder. -it was my fault for agreeing with you (when i could’ve simply said ‘no’). -i think it was too fast, too soon. i don’t know if it’s some trust issues i have to deal with myself, but i’ve been used before, and i am not willing to take the risk or invest in this anymore.
we’re still friends, no matter what, and i keep my word. to me, you will always be the rainbow and the rain.

called me ‘unique’ just the other day :)
oh how you love friends that remind you so!

I’ll safely continue being the weird one %)
Which is great! because he is too normal and does things by this “book”?
Me-”Why do you have to sit at the head of the table?”
Mc Smarty-”Because that’s where my Dad sat.”
Me-”But our table is Round, so for all you know I’m sitting at the “head” of the table :P “

Me-”Hi” Walks through living room with 4×8 plastic garden trellis.
Mc Smarty-Puzzled Look? “Where are you going with THAT”
Me-”I’m redecorating DIY Girl’s Bedroom with Barbie and Pink and Orange Flowers :) ”
Mc Smarty-”But Trellises go OUTSIDE.”
Me-”Says who, some “book”? “

My Dad says I better stop referring to the “book” but I do enjoy a good battle of the wits. Besides my Hubby just installed a pull-up bar for our daughter and he is cool with our son knitting hats.

my friend said when he first saw me he thought i was weird. later he said he meant different.

weird. different.

haha it kind of made my day for someone to be honest like that :)

-i doodled on my shoes. my friend said, “cool shoes” without me telling her that i doodled on it. and my mom said i should get a new pair of white shoes… and draw on that, too! :) (and she wasn’t being sarcastic!).

-i doodled my pencil case (with liquid paper) and painted it with acrylic paint.

-i was a school prefect for one day. then i quit. THAT set a new record, didn’t it? :)

-my friends received punishment in school for eating/drinking in a place in school where you’re not suppose to… the punishment was to write an essay about discipline.. i wrote the essays (in my friends’ names) making fun of the prefect board and the school authority… and i’d do it again!

-when i’m angry, i sketch and it can go on till two in the morning

-when it rains, i have the need to go outside and stand in the rain… and it’s raining now. :p

-i cook weird things (that don’t always taste like normal food) and i can never truly follow a recipe in a book. sometimes i think recipe/cook books are filled with lies and deceit.

-i hate handphones and the ringing and beeping sound it makes so i put it on silent. and sometimes when i really can’t stand it, i switch it off. i should go to the beach one day and fling it to the sea, but it’s bad for the environment.

-i have no problem with going up to you and telling you off, if it has truly been proven that you’re in-human and heartless. and i sure don’t care if you talk behind my back.

-i have a love-hate relationship with everyone. including myself.

-i’m addicted to ice. (as in water, when it is frozen).

being weird is being different.

most of us don’t have to BE weird/different, because my friends, we already are. :)

There are four BILLION people on this planet… Sooner or later, personalities have to start repeating themselves… I love being the weird one… It leads to more adventure than most have! Crazy isn’t necessarily mentally ill…! Live large before it’s over…

i thought being weird was bad until i learned that it was the essence of being yourself. I encourage all people to be yourself even if you are not understood by others.

Early this
morning before
coffee – which
sucked – we went
to a private beach
to collect oysters
for a BBQ tonight.

The fam was
excitedly
plucking oysters.

“Here’s one!“

“Check this out…”

I found a gorgeous
rock.

_“Look at this
piece of conglomerate,”_
I screamed happily.

I carried it back
to the car. It was
heavy.

m