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 ♥ My name is Alicia. I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net. musings
I adore loud stuff and bright colours. I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows. I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
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Posted Tuesday, February 21, 2012 // 2:42 pm
I only make myself proud
 So I guess I would laugh because I know that falling is no big deal as long as you are willing to stand up on your feet and try again. And that don't take failure as such big of a deal or the stress would consume you if you allow it to. Anyway, I headed to The Salvation Army yesterday noon. I wanted to find a bicycle. Used or not, as long it is functional. I know purchasing a brand new one can cost up to over a thousand and the cheapest that fulfill every one of my needs can cost at least four hundred bucks. So I tried my luck there only to find zero bicycles in the shop. I was a tad disappointed but I suck it up and spent about an hour there, looking at all the thrifts. I was a little shock to find so many rejects from my generation appearing on the shelves. The manual cameras, portable CD players, VCDs of shows that aired when I was in my tweens. There were books, but hey, I like to think of books as timeless things. There were some dress and gown but weirdly enough, most where for pregnant woman or sizes two sizes too big for me. There were nice stuff. I mean, they sold some branded bags with tiny stains but they are all like briefcase or too boxy for me. The things there make me feel old. So many reject goods from my generation cast away on the shelves. Like if these things that I grew up with wanting to obtain in my hands can be on these shelves that I complained old when I was 10, time can past just as fast to classify me as "old and unwanted". It's a pity these things not recognised of its value. I had the urge to purchase all of them when I was in the shop. Only to realise then they will be left on MY shelves instead leading the same fate they have in the shop. Plus I believe people go in to The Salvation Army to appreciate the "old" and hardly anyone come into my house with such mentality. Oh yes, I started borrowing these books from the library again due to sheer boredom. I haven't really made this public but I have a particular type when it comes to books. Like my guilty movie fetish, I like to books to follow the same sappy storylines from chick flicks. But I don't read Nicholas Sparks. I know how annoying I sound but I like my books to have a vibrant cover or a storyline involving, oh god this is so embarrassing, drama, love, friendship, and a completely messed up personal life. I read those books really fast. I finished one of them within a day. And i tried to start on another but it bored me to death with its main character constantly complaining about how fat she feels she is, her obsession with donuts and smoothie and her crappy job. I don't get why she had to reaffirm how insecure she is in every other line. I mean, I get that everyone has insecurities but she didn't even disclose her size to provide a rough idea. And people whining about their body issues problems make me wanna throw up. I would say I am lying if I have no insecurities. I feel like crap once in a while but I never dwell on about it to my friends because I believe hate on oneself can spread to another as fast and as effective as a scandalous gossip and I never want to let my friends feel like they are not good enough or anything of that sort when they are not. But my point is, one must know that when they are writing something meant for the public, be it book or novel or a song or a movie, they would impact others to feel the same way. The book kept dwelling on insecurities would make its readers feel that way be it for the character or for themselves. I refuse to continue reading it cause I sense it could do something to affect what the confidence I accumulated over the years so I instantly push a mental chop that that is a horrible book. Call me a bitch all you want but I know me choosing not to accept the character's input can only benefit me from plunging into a sea of unworthiness. I like books that gives me hope and not those that put me down. Labels: childhood, guilty pleasure, insecurities |