Being liked is no secret

So someone once told me that they envied me. Because I'm so confident and everyone liked me.

So I'm gonna share with you why i think they like me and how I act that results in people liking me. I mean this is just what I do naturally.

1. Be confident with yourself. Don't let others knock you down. Believe in yourself. Cause you are your best supporter. If you can't believe in your own self than how can people believe in you. A little bit of confidence goes a long way. Not only in school but it will also help in the future. 

2. Take everything positively. Never let the opinions of others define who you are to be. If someone states an opinion about you that is negative... make it positive. I always do that, that people tell me that it's useless to insult me. So don't let the negativity of others affect your happiness. I mean its your life. Always look at the cup half full not half empty.

3. Mingle with everyone. Hang out with anyone. Done be like those people who only hang out with the cool kids. Just mix with everyone whose nice to you. Don't care if they're annoying at times or if he or she has hardly any friends.

4. Never be ashamed or fake. I'm never and will never be ashamed of who I am or what my roots are or what my skin colour is. And never pretend to be someone you're not. I mean how long can you keep the act up and the truth always comes out and it'll bite you in the back.

5. Never be afraid to be seen alone. I know some people are so afraid to be seen sitting alone. Cause they're so ashamed and think that people will judge them. I mean people probably are. But who cares. If you can't even be alone for a few minutes than how are you going to face reality when it comes knocking at your door. 

6. Be a nice. When I say be nice i don't mean like be that type of person who just agrees with everyone and only says nice things. I'm saying don't be a bully, or a female dog. You may thing people like you but in actual fact they're just scared of you. So be a nice and decent person. Think before you give your opinion and try to say it in a polite way so no one is offended.

This aren't really tips to being popular or anything but just some advice to people out there.

Me and my mum

This holiday me and my mum have actually come a bit closer. I mean we don't really fight. And I actually dun mind her. Maybe all this exercise and not being a couch potatooe has actually made me a more positive and cheerful person.

So to a healthier and stronger relationship with my mother

Fitness Day 5

Today did pretty ok. 45mins of fast walking outside, Surprisingly my mum has been quite supportive. She's even like oh if we start excercising at 4pm then we can walk outside at 7pm. Blah blah. Like planning the day tommorow.

So anyways. I'm getting quite used to this new routine. Feel pretty confident that this time I can carry it on.

Continuation of Artzy stuff

So this morning I woke up and straight away after breakfast i started finishing yesterdays art work.

Its looks much better than in does in the picture but yeah...

Artzy stuff

So I've been wanting to do this world map project. So I finally did it today.

It wasn't that difficult actually. I haven't finish yet. But here's what i have so far.

World Map

Fitness Day 4

Today 2.65km in 30 mins. Not as successful as yesterday. The lazyness has started to kick in.

Hope I feel energetic tomorrow. 

Asian Parents

OK Asian Parents. Where do  I start.

So well my parents are really controlling. Especially when I was in Brunei. I was in an international school and like half of my friends were like white or mixed with white and everyone spoke with British ish accents even the asian ones. So the environment was more western. Even though Brunei is in asia.

So I enjoyed myself. But... I was never allowed to go anywhere. I was boarding so that was good. But over the weekend i was never allowed to go to my friends house. I mean everyone would be like lets go to the club. Then I would be like be mummy can i go to the club. Then they'll be like go to the cub and do what. That's where all the drugs and alcohol and stuff are. When in actual fact all people do there is swim, play on the beach and just hang out.

But they never understood it. I was allowed to go to one of my friends houses for a sleepover once. It was my first ever and last i think. So yeah i didn't tell them that i was going to the club as well. Cause then they would have definitely not let me go. I never understood them and the club. It was so hard asking them permission to go anywhere. So usually i just didn't bother asking.

Anyways another thing that i faced with my parents is that whenever i asked to go to a friends house they'll be like for what. If i said just for fun, then it'll be like no. So i always said it was a birthday party. And then they'll be like but we dun know the parents, then I'm like well if u never talk to them then u know u'll never know them. I dunno whats with certain asian parents, they have this certain inferiority complex with white people. They think that all of them are racist people. I mean thinking like that makes you a racist doesn't it?

Well besides that they always kinda hated my friends. They'll be like oh so you think that you guys are so close. Wait and see one they they'll just stab you in the back. Well isn't that the case for any race. Its not a racial thing. An asian person can still stab you in the back. Its not by race its by the person if they're nice or not. So yeah.

The incident that happen in school was the peak of all my misery actually. Some gurls brought some drink then they kept in our room. I didn't even do anything. I mean i was just there. Then blah blah. Teachers found out. Blah blah. Then i had to face my parents. I mean i didn't do anything. But they took my phone and yeah. And all my friends had from their parents were like oh I'm very disappointed and stuff. Asian parents always make something small so big.

So now I'm back in Malaysia. My parents are more lenient. But its still so hard to ask them for permission to go anywhere. But i guess some people have it worse than i do. So that is what that's keeping me going.

Fitness Day 3

So far so good. Today did 5km in 1hr and 1 min and a few seconds.

Still proud. Go me. So anyways i found a new tip.

Have a massive bottle of water where ever you go. Massive so that you don't have to fill it up every now and then. And having in like 24/7 helps you stop muching. Like instead of eating snack while ur watching a movie just drink and drink and drink. And if you need a lil zesty taste add some lemon.

So yeah so proud. My body has actually stopped aching. So that's a good sign. I just hope the fats are burning.

Oh and if you get bored in the treadmill. Placing your laptop and doing it while watching a really interesting movie helps.

Or you could do this

Inspiration and motivation

Inspiration and motivation is all everyone needs in life. Well thats what i think anyways.

I mean you need inspiration to be inspired to do something. U need to be like opened to a new thing. To see someone achieve something and the happiness that follows is just what we need. We all need that little spark to get the fire going. So my inspiration is the girl that i kinda hated.

Well she was so annoying. I wasn't the only one who hated her ok. Well maybe not hate but dislike, cause she was nice and everything but just really annoying. But anyways she has inspired me to do this fitness thing. I guess.  I mean cause of my hatred and envy of her tremendous achievement. I have decided to do this whole thing. So I guess thank you to her.

Motivation on the other hand. Is what we need even more. I the hardest part of starting something is not the actually beginning or the end but the middle. The journey to achieving then end goal is the hardest. Motivation is the thing that will keep us on track. So my motivation is when all the name calling. I mean i dun care that people do that. I mean i bet i would do the same if i was thin (but i hope not).  That's what keeping me on this so far. I mean the joy of being able to know they can't call you that is amaze balls. And obviously my self motivation and the support of certain people.

So the tips that receive so far is every time you feel like eating junk elastic yourself with a rubberband. Its some study combining pain with hunger or something like that.
And the other one is no food taste better than skinny feels.

Fitness Day 2

So i succeeded in Day 2 of my new life.

Body aching and leg practically dead. But no pain no gain. Still proud. Hope tomorrow goes as well as today.

Vainity

So today is just a normal day. A pretty good one actually. I was just wandering. Is vanity a good thing or bad.

I mean if you're vain then you'll always take care of yourself. You'll always be the best you can.

But if you're not then you'll just let yourself go.

So i guess its OK to be a lil vain at times. I mean its your body and face and appearance right. No one has the power to tell you how to look or how you should dress yourself. 

But i hate it when people thing that they're gorgeous and act all snobbish. Its so frikin annoying. Its like ughhhh... 

Anyways to being vain about the way you look. Its not always a bad thing. Cause if you look good you often feel good. :)

Its never too late to start something new

I know some people believe that size and shape doesn't matter. Everyone is beautiful... blah blah

But we all know it does. Doesn't it. Its not our fault we think that way. Its kinda like burned into our brains. Especially us gurls. We all want to be thin... maybe not skinny but no one wants to be horizontally challenged. 

I mean how can you feel good about yourself if you know you can change something for the better. And if your happy with the way you look, then i'm pretty sure confidence and all that believing in yourself stuff will kinda be easier. I mean i still love my self. But i would like to be like those girls who can just buy anything and where anything withoug checking if there's any unwanted meat showing. U know ur teenage life is when the flower is blossoming. Not when u cover yourself up with sheets of cloth. 

But does it have to be so hard? Why does food have to be so good? Ughhh...

Anyways i'm going to make a change. I mean its never too late to start something new. 

So today the first day of my new life... 1 hr treadmill. WOOT! WOOT! Go me. Yeah i'm really proud of my achievement. Hope this last.So anyone have any advice... I'll be really happy if you shared them with me.

x

The Emerald Garden

I did this essay like ages ago but i kinda like so yeah.

There, I lay on my bed. Tucked in like a new born child under the covers. My mind hay wired, confused thinking of countless problems. Happy thoughts, sad thoughts all jumbled up in my mind. It was completely silent; all I could hear was the sound of the blades of the fan as they spun. I looked up, staring as it was spinning. I looked across the room and it was still pitch black outside. Not a single sight of life.  For hours I lay there contemplating, planning and wandering how the future will be.

Then the darkest broke. The suns radiant light was penetrating through the window glass and straight into my cold, emotionless room. It was no longer silent. I could hear the melodious sound of birds singing. I got up and walked outside. I looked up at the almost perfect sky, blue with white cotton balls. I watched as the singing birds soared through the sky, wishing I could fly with them.

As I walked, bare footed, I could feel a slight tingly sensation as the deep green grass gently scratched the bottom of my feet and passed in between my toes. The fruit trees not far from an eye catching fountain were dancing and I could hear their leaves rustling against each other. Suddenly a slight crisp, cool breeze blew my fluffy, curly, black hair. For a second I felt like I was in heaven. I had no worries, no fears, no doubts. I could smell and taste the freshness of the morning dew. I walked to the pond which had a statue of a fish with water shooting out of its mouth. I turned the fountain off and watched as the water became still.  In the pond were colourful fishes and tiny tadpoles. Red, blue and gold hidden underneath the layer of greenery that carpeted the top of the pond. Unexpectedly, a frog jumped into the calm water, joining the rest of the army, causing small ripples to be formed.

As I sat there admiring the life in that small pond, a bumble bee buzzed by. Black and yellow, I decided to follow it. It stopped and began collecting nectar from a striking, red hibiscus flower. There was a small swarm of bees hovering over the hibiscus, collecting nectar for the hive and spreading the pollen, but I didn’t mind.  My eyes were treated to a feast of colours. White, orange, yellow, the garden was laden with flowers. Besides the buzzing of the bees, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds I could also hear the sounds of small creatures that dwelled amongst the plant. I felt the texture of the flowers, the plant and even the dirt.

I spotted a wooden plank hanging from a branch of an old tree. It was a swing. I sat and moved back and forth. Higher and higher, faster and faster I went. Finally I jumped off and just lay beneath the apple tree. I observed the tree, its bark, its branches, its leaves. Some leaves were brown and shriveled and some green and fresh. I got up, plucked a juicy apple and got back down to my horizontal position. I was one with nature. Enjoying the peaceful, tranquil morning which I wished would have never ended; I began feasting on the scrumptious apple.

However, nothing lasts forever.

Soon the neighbours were awake. Now what was once a relaxing morning had been destroyed, disrupted by the blaring sound of televisions, disturbed by people scurrying in and out of the house slamming the door behind them. These deafening noises were drowning and swallowing the rest of the surroundings.

The atmosphere had changed. And so did my mood. The birds weren’t chirping and the trees were no longer dancing. The bees were hiding in their hives. But I was still in paradise. I was still submerged in the exquisiteness and beauty of this whole different atmosphere, a plethora of flora in nature’s simplest form. That was until I heard a familiar, screeching, shrieking voice calling me for breakfast. I got up with a groan and walked back inside the real miserable world I lived in.

Moving on and letting go.

So right. This is my first ever blog post. So let's start...

Friends or friendship or whatever you wanna call it. Do they last? Can you trust them? How well do you really know someone? Well having moved a few times. Different schools. Different people. I guess I kinda know how people are. How friendships begin and end. And how the few that last are the strongest. 

But its sad to think that someone you once were so close to, is now a stranger. Funny thing, only when you leave do you actually know who your true friends are. The ones that actually make an iniative to keep the friendship going. The one that you can talk to eventhough you're a million miles or even in a different country.

So how do you know who you can trust. Well frankly you'll never really know. You'll have to take a leap of faith. Everyone has bruises. You loose some and you gain some. You'll get hurt but in return you'll finally fine those few people in your life who you can count on.

For some reason I'm still not over some of my relationships (friendships) with some people. They have long forgotten me. But I mean we were like family. I guess you could say i would have taken a bullet for her. Just deep down, i hope that she still remembers me and the great memories we had. 

So i have to move on... Why dwell on the past when there's so much in the future.