I have been told by some people that what I wear are nice. I don’t get a lot of “Omg! She looks so nice.” Noo. I don’t get that a lot. Maybe some, “Hey! You look nice!” (nods* Yeaa.) But I like dressing up. Maybe some words I know. Like umm.. Well I know vintage. When I see someone with a vintage dressings, I’d know my grandma would have something similar. Hmm. That’s not me mocking. But it’s true. Don’t get me wrong~~~

Fashion is another kind of different art-form I always thought to myself. It’s funny how the new can become old and yet be flipped back up with a little bit of improvisation, and voila! You have the latest wear, and it’s very appealing. It’s cool. Maybe it’s just not so cool to me cos I don’t know any terms when it comes to fashion bizarre words. I can always see one kind of wearing, I’d go “Omg she looks so nice and appealing! I wonder where she gets those shoes!” .. Or something like that. My cousin is a stylist. He’d know what to do with all his clothes. If you ever put yourself in front of him and say, “Give me a make-over.” He’d straightaway make you over. *snaps*

Anyway, the fashion world I would never belonged. Comfortable & Pretty-looking clothes is what I desire for. Ciao!

Breakfast!!!!!!

THIS is what I have been missing from home! Nasi Kandar!!

Kuih.

Mom actually asked for each ‘flower decoration’ only one. But my friend’s mom made it into a really huge bucket. But you know what, its one of the best ‘kueh’ I have ever tasted! In fact, this was my lunch! I couldn’t stop eating and I ate so much of these I didn’t eat anything else! #truestory Too much we could eat em’ within two days, we shared some of them with the relatives

Jumpsuit.

Feel like Hippity-Hop~ So decided to put on the jumpsuit and Tropicana cap.

**Not so much of a cap person although they look ratherly nice. Of course not only on Jay Chou.

Make-Ups.

Lazy for any fake lashes. Only mixture of Pink-Purple eye-brow colors plus mascaras.Foundation & Blusher of course.

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Lion Dance.

The only Indian boy in the group who speaks Mandarin and he answered me in perfect pronunciation in Chinese that he joins this lion dance group a year ago. Great boy!

Red-Red-Red,

RedRuby.

It depends. Majority’s Monday is blue. For theater folks, it’s Monday Black. What’s Monday for you? It’s another new day counting down to the expected weekends again.

Took this when I was traveling back up north. Hope you like the shot. It’s without editing.

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Ruby.

a.k.a Jogging.

I’ve been jogging since I was little. I remember it was a narrowed unfixed tar road by the river my parents used to bring me. There was a monkey bar there I remembered vaguely. I remember being very little. I managed to climb onto the monkey bars, shouted at busy mommy talking to someone she saw at the tracks chatting away to see me successfully climb and stuck on the bars. Held it too long since mom with her aerobic pants and jogging shoes back ‘decided’ to just show her backside.. I fell. Dislocated my leg arms. That, was my early years jogs.

Jogging comes and go in my life. Never missed it when I was young since mom and dad was active on the tracks. On and off On and off for years..

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Few days before the new year, I went home. Weighed in 50kgs which I never had! And straight I jumped on the treadmill for half an hour jog. Wanted more, but forcing the body isn’t going to help. Running/ Jogging needs disciplines. Just like rehearsals in the theater, constant act makes good performance. Same ideology.

As days goes, my beard got longer (ok. #coldjokejap). Within 3days, I ran for an hour on the forth day. And guess what, the feet hurt numerously the next morning. #SillyMe Quit a day and continued it on. Repeatedly, three weeks and a half, without rice and only soupy vermicelli, sandwiches, salads & fruits, I’ve lost 3kgs. *Blessed*

Well. Today, my feet hurt again. Been swimming lately, a week at least 30 – 40lapse. Maybe lost track on jogging for two weeks. That’s why the feet hurts like *tooooooo* (censored).

Anyway, suddenly I feel running is a pleasure in some ways. You’re lazy – then you forced yourself into it – in the beginning you feel awesome because you’re passing people because they ran slow – then you slow down since energy got lowered – you start walking – the person whom you ran passed just walk passed you since you’re exhausted.

wow. (*malu dah*sebab ‘kononnye macam dah kalah*)

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What I’m saying is that, when you force yourself to achieve in your career Or life, you tend to slack about your own abilities and what you are capable or not of But forcing yourself stepping into a stage of stamina your body is not even familiar of. Get it?

It’s like and trying to search for something that fits your criteria of a job. You can’t be going into be IT or becoming a chef if you don’t even cook or web design, can you? Or even going into education to teach Chinese when you yourself hardly even speak the language can you??

Running’s the same too. I learned my lesson trying to out-do-myself. I can’t do something I am not good at. I need practice. Practice makes perfect.

And after running, I become like this.

Blood Rush and I spaced-out, resting away.

Have a weekend & start a new good week!

*Hiyakkkk!*  (Ninja Turtle pose!)

Fingers-crosssed-for-good,

RubyOoi.