Cinderella’s most priced possession
By Loving Asya on Wednesday, 24 of June , 2009 at 9:45 am
I feel like no one has ever encountered real beauty and was able to describe in details what it looked or tasted like… its sound, smell, how it felt.. i think that when you finally come across one you experience all sorts of emotions, all at once. and it feels like all of your senses are amplified– as if every sight, taste, sound, smell or touch is more than enough to overwhelm you. and you know that you are actually experiencing it when you feel like you are being ripped apart and reconstructed at the same time by its mere intensity. So intense, so raw, that you just can’t help but cry in silence. because maybe the tears are in a way, describing the indescribable, explaining the inexplicable, and expressing the inexpressible to the rest of the world.
And watching my reflection, i just get that sticky warm feeling of wondering how much pesos i need to save and squander it in the end to Dra. Belo’s beauty medical group. <grinning>. i wonder how much offense it will make to my inner self just to diminish external distortion, errr, unprettiness (there, I just created a new adjective). perhaps even diminishing the natural splendor i have hidden in my 20 years or so of existence. i have hidden it like a secret, the kind that Indiana Jones must have kept a treasure map, or the kind the jail wardens wouldn’t let escape, Guantanamo-prison-guarded. and just like anyone else with eating disorders, i seize an 18-inch pizza smothered with all kinds of cheese, dab my mouth with a napkin, and gloss my lips. maybe, i’m born with it. maybe, it’s Maybelline.
