Resolessons


In life, we are always comparing. Whether it’s grades, salary or even height. It is a never ending cycle, and the more we compare, the more depressed we are.

In all I do, I have always reminded myself to stay grounded and be happy with what I have. And I do have much to be happy about, a caring family, understanding friends, a loving partner, a job and a roof over my head.

But at times, I slipped.

And you cannot help but compare. That makes you kind of depressed and easily irked. And in the process of narrowing the gap between the so called better alternative, you may lose yourself and what you really believe in. But honestly, the gap can only get bigger.

So, from today onwards, my glass is always half full and full of potential.

Half full, not half empty

Half full, not half empty

Just a few more days into the new year, I have learned another important lesson. And it is a painful one without any doubt.

I think many girls are guilty of this as well….

Don't kid yourself. Your feet will hurt. (Source: To die for Louboutin heels!)

Don't kid yourself. Your feet will hurt.

Yes, no matter how comfortable those heels seem at first, they all become your biggest nemesis at the end of the day. Especially so when you have to walk around in them.

The bf  laments that he cannot understand women’s love-hate relationship with our shoes. To be honest, I don’t understand either. Ha. It is like you know for sure those shoes are going to strain your feet after a long day, but you just want to wear them anyway. You would think that we would become smarter the next time round and not wear it again (at least not for long periods), but you’ll be damn - because I would gladly wear them out again and suffer from bruise feet once again.

So I have resort to categorizing my shoes.

Cat 1 - Shoes for everyday wear: Birkenstock slippers, pumps/flats and flip flops

Cat 2 - Fancy shoes, but able to wear for long periods: Kitten heels, one to two inch heels and non-pointed shoes

Cat 3 - Feet killers, wear to sit-down events only and then immediately back home in a taxi: everything pointed, extremely pointed, 3 inches and above.

Sometimes I also dun understand why we women go through such pain to look nice. Sigh.

But hey, give me a pair of Louboutin (like those in the picture above) any day and I will gladly bear with the pain…. :P

Okay, so it is tradition to start off the new year with resolutions and so I should do so too ya?

And instead of compiling a list from the beginning of the year, I shall write them down as they happen (or never happen). They shall be called Resolessons. Ha. Lame but who cares.

So here goes

Don’t paint my nails before bedtime (Source: Getty Images)

Don’t paint my nails before bedtime (Image source: Getty Images)

I do that all the time. It happened again this morning in fact.

I don’t know why but I always seem to have the urge to paint my nails in the middle of the night. And usually 1-2 hours before bedtime. And as all girls should know, nail varnish takes a loooooong time to dry, even the quick drying ones.

But usually at the end of an intensive mani/pedicure session, I would be dead tired and can’t wait for them to dry thoroughly. I mean, I look kind of silly holding my fingers up to the fan also. And so i have to go to bed, when they are kind of dry, at least in my opinion and at least on the surface.

So I go to bed. Trying hard not to squish my fingers. Pulled up my blanket with my finger tips. So far so good.

Then I put my hands flat on my chest and told my fingers,

“Stay there tonight. Don’t move.”

But you know what is going to happen anyway.

Instead of smooth varnished nails, you wake up to bumpy ones, like the texture of a towel. And obviously, you can’t let them see the light of day or be caught with such ‘textured’ nails.

So I sacrificed my morning newspaper reading time to clean them off. You waste your nail polish and your remover and your cotton pads and your sense of smell. The smell of the nail polish remover isn’t the best scent in the morning.

Blame it on my stupidity.

Once again, repeat after me

Don’t paint your nails before bedtime (and ruined them with fabric marks and spend the morning cleaning them off).

Before I go, let’s learn some chinese.

This is hailrious, can!!!!

This is hilarious, can!!!!

Mid week mid week mid week mid week!