Let's talk thongs.

Not the underwear variety, but I mean flip flops.

Flip flops are my staple come summer. The kind I like is simple, and narrow at the toe area. I, being the cheapskate that I am, have always opted for $2 flip flops that can be found in Old Navy stores. However they are highly unconfortable, cuts into my skin and always leave striation marks (from it digging into my skin). At the end of summer, my feet usually looks like it's been through war.

I usually just ignore it and continue to wear them the next summer around. But this year, my body is showing signs of wear and tear. Yes, not even 23 and I have the body of a 50-year-old. My hips have been hurting a lot, my lower back occasionally too. My pelvis gets stiff and suffers from bouts of agony too.

It is time to do something about it. It was hard to justify spending $18 on a pair of flip flops (and this is after a 25% discount), but that's what I did. The whole time I kept thinking, "I could buy a dress with that money and keep using my lousy thongs!" (like that is going to help my back and hips at all). For me, flip flops are petty things that should not cost more than a couple of bucks. Eyes averted from the screen, I quickly pressed "Place Order" before I changed my mind.

Well my REEF Ginger thongs arrived today. And it's worth every last bit of the $18 bucks I spent on it. It has a wonderful arch support that my hips will thank me for. It's so soft, yet sturdy. Its tag even says that it's "ridiculously comfortable". Reviews online say it lasts for 3 years, and that's good enough for me. It is simple, and just how I like it. Bonus - these make my feet look dainty.

I'm sold to pricey  but good-for-body thongs.

Back off, witch.

Keep your grubby paws to yourself, youngling.

Sometimes I wanna shout at you

for replying me a little late.
Sometimes I wanna cry with you.
Sometimes I don't wanna talk to you,
Give you the silent treatment, like that ever works.
But most times I just wanna love you,
Father.

I came with a smash

and I'll be leaving with a bang.

Washington DC

The only view I've ever gotten of DC is from the back of a taxi cab for 20 minutes.

Can I just say

I'm glad I'm a good test taker?

Meaning that, I memorize fast and well. Boasting in the Lord, boasting in the Lord *wink*. Why am I saying this? I have to sit for the GRE's at the end of the year and I'm really anxious for it. But what helps in keeping me calm until October is that I know I will do well. If I didn't know this, I'd be a nervous wreck. Sometimes being confident in your abilities takes a load off your shoulders.

Commitment Phobic Me

I didn't use to be afraid of commitments but for the whole of 2011 and for much of 2012, I was. Scared of being tied down - to the wrong person. But today I can really say, that I am one step closer to being committed wholly to the same person. I forgot how charming he is, how gentle, and how strong he can be in tough situations. I know how much he loves our Father, and how far he'd go for me.

I'm glad I remembered.

The Great Race

We once ran a marathon

Chasing with valor across four acres
of just-rained-on grass. 

Wind beating our fallen faces,
we never stopped to look back.

Clad in iron shoes, our steps were heavy

Here, now, here's the finish line.

We both lost The Great Race, but 

there isn't another soul I'd have stopped
to untie my shoelaces for.

I'm a Robin Scherbatsky

and you're a Ted Mosby.

Does God see our tears and pretend He never saw?

Yesterday seems so faraway.

Yesterday I was worrying about petty things and now, bigger issues have come my way. Mom called out of the blue and told me Dad said to apply for PhD programs for next year. I was thinking about it myself, and didn't take up on it earlier because I thought I was going home to work for a couple of years to get enough moolah to put myself through 5 years of PhD.

Honestly, I'm afraid.
I've made it this far, yes. And I know I'm good, but I'm afraid I won't be good enough for a school to take me in, and not only that - to fund me, at least partially. I don't know how or where the money for it is going to come from, and this is a good time to come from a rich family, which I obviously don't. I have to start studying for GRE's and that is already making me real anxious. I won't rest until the exam ends, and that's not until October.

I've been preparing to go home for awhile, and now this? I have to re-align my mind and get ready for what may come. Problem is, sometimes you just don't know what's next to mentally prepare for it. I guess I'm miffed, but how can I be with the little that my mind can understand?

GOD, this is your entrance cue.
And seriously, what are you up to?
Show me. Please.

Thump thump thump

is the sound of mankind's feet
walking all over me.

I pledge to go green

for life.

Green as in earth-loving, that is.

In the products I use and the way I use them.
I've been an organic junkie for awhile now actually :)

Conscientiousness

Photo by m0thyyku

isn't always a good thing on its own.
It makes us do things we might regret, even if it's really an innocent thing.
It could debilitate you sometimes, when you care too much about your Work.
I do think working hard is honoring God too, but sometimes it takes over.
That's why we need to be reminded that our life on earth is temporary.
That there's something bigger to look forward to than what we know Here.
That the first thing I should be conscientious about is obeying and loving Him.
And everything else will flow from there, and that includes Work.

Anaphylactic Shock?

My body has minor hives and my upper lips started to swell all of a sudden :(

Isle of Manhattan

Photo by sp1te

I'll be leaving you 

for another hotshot island.
I'll come back in a few
if you let me.

Lunch at Spice

Taken at Spice, Union Square NY

$7.50 for this and an entree is kinda cheap for a city price.
To the right is my staple drink at any Thai restaurant - thai ice tea.

The Weekender

I found this while walking around in Urban Outfitters for only $9.99. I had to ask two salesgirls if that's the right price, finally asking if there's something wrong with it. They told me that some watches are sold online only and when customers bring it in to the store to return/exchange, they sell it off for a cheaper price. In this case, a whole lot cheaper. Timex usually sells for around the $60 (after tax) mark and goes upwards from there price-wise, so I grabbed this without much thought. I have wanted a big/heavy watch for a couple of years now, but hesitated to buy whenever I see one because the ones I've seen are too bling-bling, and I can't justify spending on a watch at the moment, especially when I have three already. 

Before you gasp, the first watch I own was a gift from my dad four years ago, another was $10 from Target, and the last one was $7 from a flea market. Also, they are not 'big watches'. They all have slim bracelets and are very ladylike. So this is where the Timex Weekender comes in. I try to hold off spending whenever I can, until I see a really good deal like this one. I like the metal bracelet since I don't need to worry about getting it wet unlike leather straps. This watch is really one of the best things I've bought that's actually worth it in a long time. I have to say, I seem to find some of the best things when I'm not looking for it, Jesus included.

Funniest quote of the day goes to:

"The toothpaste cannot be squeezed back into the tube."

The first thing she does every morning

is pour oil on her hair.

I liked it better when you were Cassius Clay.

The Plaid Collector.

And he walks just in time for the camera :) This picture is not taken by me

Did I tell you I love plaid? No? Okay well I'm telling you now. I've loved them since my highschool summer dress and winter kilt was plaid. Yep, we had to wear a kilt. No kidding.

Did I tell you I love vintage? YES and I'll say it again - I love it.

So what happens when the two collides? Major love! :)

I stumbled upon a cute little shop down Clinton St on the Lower East Side of Manhattan today, and was drawn by their $10 SALE sign outside. I sifted through the rack and finally bought 2 plaid items, ten bucks each. What a steal. I asked the salesgirl where do they get the clothes from (cos little shops like these normally get their clothes from all over), and she said most of them are vintage. My eyes literally lit up. The shop (pictured above) is called Live Fast NYC, and has a distinct rock n roll, punky Brooklyn vibe to it. I wouldn't normally venture into a shop like that, most of their stuff is not my style (they sell eyeball hairclips).

Anyway so now I have another plaid shirt to add to my collection! What's not to love about them? They're so comfy, hangs just loose enough for my liking, so easy to wear, no brains needed. Okthankyoubye.