Refuse to Grow

You start to feel not too excited about your birthdays. And you avoid relationship because you are afraid of the scary and hurtful tolls it may bring. And you start to care about your weight (too much), and grey hair and mortgage and savings. Play-dough can no longer be your stress remedy and when you want to watch cartoon movies in theater you feel like you have to bring an alibi. 
You have to come up with reasons and justifications in most of the decisions you make. Your life falls apart, you went through break-ups, divorce, and being pushed to start dating again. You build your confidence back and hide things from your family because you want them to see you just fine. Perfectly fine. Crawl into your parents bed? Pffft.. you cannot do that.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich? You only devour them at home because you worry people at work will raise their eyebrow, not too sure whether they think you were ridiculous or that they just spotted the most genius pairing of food ever. You are not sure. You always are. Not only about those people and PBJ sandwich, but in most things in life. Not sure if your singing is beautiful, not sure if your boss like you, not sure if you are making the right move, not sure if the guy you met is into you or not. 

You care too much about what people think, in every.single.thing. Even when it comes to what you are wearing, and if you were just like any normal kid back in the day, you would not.

You cannot take naps and you regret the fact that you used to hate them. You start taking more than 1 health plan. 
You have that stinging urge to always be making sense, and to look normal and to always have a purpose (even when you feel like you actually don’t). 
You are afraid to be crazy imaginative... You mean, what would people think?.

Now you know. Why Peter Pan did not want to grow up.

Now you get him.

Piccsy

UP's Love

The quote may seem too romantic for me but I am here to admit that I will always have a special place for Pixar's UP!

Piccsy

Three's a Charm; Best hang and convo

Here's another post for our Three's a Charm feature that seems to be often forgotten. This time, pictures of people (and pet) I always love to hang and to converse with. Of course there are other sweethearts but I will save them for another day.

My sister Benevolent

My baby lab Marilyn. She.gets.me :)

My bestie (esp. when it comes to culinary trip) Ria

Awesome Monday: Awesome Girl on Fire

Just to try on a new twist on my regular Awesome Monday feature, I am posting a video from one talented lady. I am in a serious need of energy booster and this song really helps.

Hope everyone's having a flaming week. Happy Monday!

You are not flawless. And that's perfect.

I asked a few friends this question: What is the one flaw that you would not want to change about yourself?
Here are their brave and witty answers.

Y.A: My full of freckles face. I look like Pippi Longstocking but I do not care. It makes me special, people often stare at me but they will smile at the end realizing that these dots are just making my face looks super friendly. And I really am, a friendly person. I guess all people with freckles are.

E.R: I have a thin-close to transparent line in between behaving like a lady and acting like a douche because I curse all the f-ing time! But hey, it wakes other people up in a boring meeting! I mean what the f**k are people thinking keeping us for a two-hour meeting on Fridays?!

D.H: Well I have to be really careful with my weight. But now that I am breastfeeding my baby, the fact that I am a bit used to having that 'extra pounds', enables me to not stressing out as much and it effects my breast milk production and my baby's health.

Me?: My NOT a-button-nose. It represents where I am from, an inheritance from my ancestors from North Sumatra. Oh, us Bataks have strong jaws too!:))

How about you?

HHGG

Confessions of an old soul

This is not easy for me to admit. You know that one song that has a strange yet uncanny power to sooth your anxiousness and lift your heart up? The one song that can be played for hundredths of time when you feel like you need something to represent your feeling, to mend your almost broken strings?

I have that too.

And tho I am only (*ahem) a whooping 33 years old , I have a deep love for...

The Beach Boys.

There. I said it.

Isn't that obvious?

Inspiration Sunday: See and Hear

The choice is up to me, maybe I am the one who needs to re orchestrate where I am standing, maybe I am the one who needs to adjust the limited decibel or the filters of my hearing... :).

Well... This one is such a simple and beautiful words, yet not an easy one to bring to bear.

Piccsy