OH NO

It's been more than a month since I last wrote a post. This is really bad. Hello to nobody because no one reads this dead blog anymore. Time files, it's already may and guess what everybody? My birthday is approaching but then again, it's no big deal really. I have been awfully busy lately and that explains my absence. As much as I want to write a post, I'm either too tired, too busy or too lazy. I feel that I've been robbed of sleep nowadays, and it seems like my hours are getting shorter everyday. I would write a proper post one day, soon hopefully.


Till then,
Pretty girl.

dreams are my reality

Post dedicated to Sebastian Chelwing.

"Star light, Star bright,
the first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
have the wish I wish tonight."

So, hold on to your dreams. Dream big dreams, dream huge dreams, for dreams, are my reality. If we never do dream, we'll never get it. We'll never work towards it. So everyone, just leap. Take a great leap and just believe that you can soar, high, into the sky. For you never know, you might just be able to fly. Don't stop believing in yourself, don't stop believing in your abilities, don't stop believing. You might never know. Anything is possible.






















"I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all."


Till then,

Pretty girl.

"LOVE, LIKE RAIN,

can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to it's roots, keeping itself alive."

















Love. Isn't this what everyone ultimately seeks for in life? Love. It comes in many different forms. Love. Every parent's unconditional love towards their child. Love. The love between a man and a woman. Love. Brotherly love, sisterly love, love between siblings. Love. For friends. Love could even take on other forms. Love. Material love. Love. Love for animals, nature, sports... The list goes on and on.

The first two sentences of this post was taken from a book. My favourite book, "the five people you meet in heaven". Although it is fictional, it teaches us a lot. About love and most importantly, about life.













Isn't it true, that love is so much like the rain? It comes so suddenly, making you feel like the happiest person alive. Or it could leave just as abruptly, leaving your soul torn and your heart, broken. But most importantly, at times, the relationships between people and the love they share dies along the way. This is the time when one has to do something about it, to get back the love they've lost.






















Isn't it such a pity when a man and a woman who once had a love so deep, to the point of believing that love can conquer all obstacles, falls apart just because they gave up, only to look back and realize how much those sweet memories and deep love for one another are still kept deep within their hearts, wanting so much to be released. Isn't it such a pity when a father and his son stops speaking to one another, over a trivial matter, only to have his son with a heart full of regret the day he stands by his father's grave, knowing that no amount of words would make up for those cold, silent years. Isn't it such a pity when two friends, who sworn that they'll be best friends till the end, walk past each other on the streets, without any acknowledgement anymore, just because they did not want to take a step forward, to break the silence.














In life, we often look back and we often regret the steps we made. We sometimes wallow in self-pity, thinking that we might probably be the most devastated person who had ever walked the planet. We feel bitter about things, we refuse to forgive and we keep living in the past, unwilling to move on. This is when, we miss out on all the little things and the people around that makes life so wonderful. I am guilty of that myself and I wouldn't deny it. But as years go by, one very important thing that I've learnt was to let go. One must learn to look back at things, be it a bad relationship or a bad experience and smile, knowing that they had the strength to move on. Also, to be able to take each and every one of their life experiences, learn from it and also grow from it.

“Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offence. There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, its hope, and endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.”

Yes, the greatest of them all is love. Each day, each step we take, is just a step closer to finding love. Everyday we're just waiting, waiting for that special someone to come our way, to make water taste like honey and to fill our skies with heart-shaped clouds. Till you find your one true love, never neglect or forget the people around you. Love, as I've said, comes in many different forms. You would never know when someone else's love for you goes noticed just because you get too caught up in yourself.


















The saddest of all, is when two people who have once shared a deep love, forget what it feels like to be head-over-heels in love, what it feels like when time stops when they look into their partner's eyes or even how love made them dizzy, looking like an idiot, smiling to themselves. They get so lost in their own worlds, obsessed about money making and climbing the ladder of success. They no longer see the importance in communication and time spent together. They forget. They neglect. They push love away. It is only when they have everything they could ever wish for, every material need satisfied, they then look around them, their expensive rosewood furniture, their huge screen television sets, state-of-the-art gadgets lying around, and then they look at themselves. Alone. They search their hearts only to face the cold hard truth that it is empty. Alone.















Lost love, is nonetheless still love. Just love, in a different way. "Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it."






















No matter what, the greatest of them all is love. It's in your hands, to keep love alive.

"LOVE, LIKE RAIN, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to it's roots, keeping itself alive."


Till then,

Pretty girl.

the late CNY post

Hello everyone, I've not updated for a month now. I'm sorry. Anyway, that aside, I know that it is pretty late to be talking about Chinese New Year only now, but then again, it's not over yet. So for today, I would be talking to you about CNY.











Where do we begin... Well, personally, I do not really like celebrating CNY for quite a few reasons. I know that most people would say "Why not? All you do is visit, eat and receive cash." For me, I do not like it because I feel that gatherings like these are so superficial and fake. Tell me now, how many of you actually go visiting not because you want to, but because you have to? I'm sure that it's not the case for everybody but there will be quite a handful.















So why is it fake? It is because we see people smiling at each other, wishing one another as though they really mean it, but then they turn around and immediately wipe that smile off their faces. Tell me, how much more sincere can gatherings like that get? You walk into a house full of people and look around, only to find out that you actually know less than half the people there. Or maybe, all you'll see are relatives that you would only see once a year.













There is something that I really, really need to tell you about. Each time one of my relatives (the ones that I see only once a year) attempts to strike a conversation with me, it usually begins like this "Oh wow, your hair is so long... Blah... Blah... Blah... Is it fake? Are those extensions?" Oh yes, not forgetting, that conversation was in Chinese. I translated. If that is not how they begin, they will go " Oh, you're so big already!" That is really annoying. Firstly, what is their definition of big? Big as in... Tall? But I've been this height since forever. Or big as in... Old? So were they trying to say that I've grown older? Hello, I'm growing older everyday. Tell me, who isn't? Okay okay, maybe they actually meant big as in... big... fat. Yeah, did they actually mean that I'm fat. Oh well, I won't get to know till next year comes.
















Also, people are prone to falling sick because of the food. Yes, the food. Well, everyone would get sore throats, fever and such. (Okay, the truth isn't that everyone would get sore throats and fever. I'm just generalizing because I'm sick myself. Bad Maybellyn!) So tell me everyone, don't you agree that the food would make us sick? Most of us at least. Oh yes, not forgetting the group of people who would actually put on 2 or 3kgs after the festive season. (In case you were wondering, no, I did not put on weight.) Don't you all just hate CNY.






















How can there be so much to hate and nothing to love about CNY? Well, there is a couple of things that I do like about it, and that is... Cash. Okay, no, I was just kidding. Let me see, what is there to like about CNY. I guess it would be mandarin oranges and blackjack.
















Speaking of blackjack, I wanted to say that CNY ought to be a time for the family to get together, have a good meal and to wish everyone good health, I guess. So why does everyone gamble as part of the celebration? Well, I don't know really. I like blackjack. Oh shame on you Maybellyn, you ought to be spending this time appreciating your family and all, instead of playing blackjack. Oh well.






















This is something really random too. I'm not a big fan of red. Actually, my post is not making much sense. Don't mind me, I'm sure it is because I'm not feeling well and thus, I'm unable to think straight. Or maybe that's just an excuse to cover up my bad writing. Whatever it is, I wish all of you a Happy Chinese New Year. Enjoy.

Something got me laughing and I decided that I ought to show it to all of you. If you share my sense of humour, you'll laugh. :)



























Till then,

Pretty girl.

missed, not

Sadly, I've not been missed. Anyway, I haven't been updating for a very long time and it's as though I'm dead. Don't fret though. I will update soon, and I'd probably talk about myself. Stay tuned if it happens to interest you at all.

Till then.

Pretty girl.

Women, men and stereotypes

Hello, it's been some time since I updated. Hi to you, you, and you. How have you been? So before I begin, let me start by wishing all you people an awesome new year.

Well, it's not much but then again, it could be a chance to finally get your life straightened out or to kick bad habits and such. It's a new year and as cliche as this would sound, it's the start of something new.

So what's this about women, men and stereotypes? You'll see, you'll see. Let's begin with women. Women, women, women, always seen as the weaker sex, the one dependant on men and so on. Women are seen as superficial, materialistic and, yes, fake.

Why is it so that men do not treat us as equals? Or are convinced that we're just as good, or even better. Well, in the past, it's just the way society has made women into. Men would be the ones who receive the education opportunities and they would often be the sole bread winner of the family. As for the women, what do they do? They stay home, wash, clean, cook and look after the kids. So it's been the norm for women to be in the kitchen and till this day, that's where men think that women belong. In the kitchen.






















Gosh, you guys/men out that. Get over the idea that women nowadays need to know how to cook and do the housework. Hello, we have something called the "domestic helpers". This is the 21st century! We women are independent now. Strong, smart and every bit as capable as you men.

Okay, okay, okay, back to where I was. So, did it ever occur to you why men, till this day still belittle women?

I'll tell you why. It is because, so many women out there act like they need them men around. I think that it is absolutely ironic when women talk about equal rights all the time. That just because we're of a genetically more vulnerable gender, it doesn't mean that we can't achieve what men can. As a matter of fact, we can, and many are already surpassing men. So, what's the irony about? Here goes...













Many women, expect men to give in to their every whim and fancy. Their theory is that... You're a man and you ought to give in to me. Ought to. They should change it to... You're a man and you might want to give in to me. Sounds better?

Well, that's not all. The thing that causes men to think that all women are materialistic and superficial is because of women themselves. Many of them expect men to pay for everything, expect men to buy them expensive stuff and all. Why? Why should they? See, if you want to be treated equally, why do you expect men to pay for everything and buy you everything? Are you not able to work or do you not have arms and legs? This is the reason why men think that way of women.

If you, women want to be treated equally, act like you deserve to be.

It's really fine for a men to pay for a women. At times that is. But the point is, women should not take it for granted or think that men are obliged to do so. It makes women appear all useless and dependant. We women don't need them men to support us, we're don't.

Ladies, who needs those men! :)













Moving on, men. The egoistic creature. (When i say this, I'm bound to have people who'll beg to differ. Oh well.) Well, maybe not all men are. Are they? Never mind about that. There's this thing about men or boys for that matter, like to do that i find absolutely annoying.

They love to generalize and stereotype all women. Enough already! They go... It's okay, you're a women/girl, it's okay for you to cry.

Reality check! Though we're women/girls, it doesn't mean that we're someone who cries all the time. Men think that just because they're the "masculine" one, they cannot cry in front of anyone, because to them, that's their perception of being, "strong". Well all you men out there, please remember, you're only human and it's only human to feel hurt. So why keep your feelings all bottled up? You think that makes you strong?

No, it doesn't.














Men have an endless list of generalizations.

Women are bad drivers, women cannot play soccer well, women are not as fit as men, women are DEFINITELY weaker than men, women all love pink, loves flowers, toys... So on and so forth.

Also, not forgetting one of the most annoying things about men. More often than not, men do not use their heads to think. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart, they tend to think with their dicks. Come on, there's more to life than just sex. Well, I definitely won't generalize saying all men are the same.

But I'll confidently say most men are like that. You beg to differ?






















Then again, this is after all only my point of view. If you think likewise, I couldn't care less. I'd just tell you people... Whatever rocks your boat. Figuratively of course.

Just in case you were wondering or you've got the idea that I'm against men, you got it wrong. There's a double perspective here you see. Both, of women and men.

Well, that is about it for this post. Women, man and stereotypes.

Till then.

Pretty girl.

ART, I like

Since I'm in such a giving mood today, I shall give you people two magnificent paintings, both by Leonardo Da Vinci. The first one would be the ever famous Mona Lisa and the second one, The Last Supper.

We'll first talk about Mona Lisa. Mona Lisa, or La Gioconda (La Joconde) is a 16th-century portrait painted in oil on a poplar panel by Leonardo Da Vinci during the Italian Renaissance. The painting, a half-length portrait, depicts a woman whose gaze meets the viewer's with an expression often described as enigmatic. It is considered by many to be Leonardo's magnum opus. Mona Lisa is named for Lisa del Giocondo who was most likely the sitter. Lisa was a member of the Gherardini family of Florence and Tuscany who married Francesco del Giocondo, a successful silk merchant. The painting was commissioned for their new home and to celebrate the birth of their second son, Andrea.

In Italian, ma donna from donna meaning my lady which became madonna, and its contraction mona. Mona is thus a polite form of address, similar to Madam or my lady in English. In modern Italian, the short form of madonna is usually spelled Monna, so the title is sometimes Monna Lisa, rarely in English and more commonly in Romance languages such as French and Italian. Mona Lisa's smile has repeatedly been a subject of many - greatly varying - interpretations. Sigmund Freud interpreted the 'smile' as signifying Leonardo's erotic attraction to his mother. Others have described the smile as both innocent and inviting. Many researchers have tried to explain why the smile is seen so differently by people. The explanations range from scientific theories about human vision to curious supposition about Mona Lisa's identity and feelings.

In late 2005, Dutch researchers from the University of Amsterdam ran the painting's image through "emotion recognition" computer software developed in collaboration with the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. The technology demonstration found the smile to be 83% happy, 9% disgusted, 6% fearful, 2% angry, less than 1% neutral, and 0% surprised. There are many speculations regarding Mona Lisa and Her smile, and many new artists tend to agree that the reason behind her smile is to be questioned. By looking at her eyes; before the smile, the thought that comes first, to many minds, is that her eyes hold a certain sadness, again which reason is left for discussion. However, this leads people to question whether her smile was of a positive reason, and it leads many critics to suggest more deeper reasoning into Mona Lisa and her smile.

So there there, we've now got to know a little more about Mona Lisa. Oh yes, and her smile.

Let us now bring out the ever so famous painting of Mona Lisa..
























Now, for comic relief, let us now bring out Maybellyn's "Mona Lisa"..















For now, we'll move on to The Last Supper. A painting which has brought about a lot of controversies especially after the appearance of Dan Brown's Da Vinci code. In the Christian Gospels, the Last Supper (also called Lord's Supper) was the last meal Jesus shared with his Twelve Apostles before his death. The Last Supper has been the subject of many paintings, perhaps the most famous by Leonardo Da Vinci. In the course of the Last Supper, and with specific reference to taking the bread and the wine, Jesus told his disciples, "Do this in remembrance of me", (1 Corinthians 11:23–25). (The vessel which was used to serve the wine is sometimes called the Holy Chalice.) Many Christians describe this as the institution of the Eucharist.

According to tradition, the Last Supper took place in what is called today The Room of the Last Supper on Mount Zion, just outside of the walls of the Old City of Jerusalem, and is traditionally known as The Upper Room. This is based on the account in the synoptics that states that Jesus had instructed a pair of unnamed disciples to go to the city to meet a man carrying a jar of water, who would lead them to a house, where they were to ask for the room where the teacher has a guest room. This room is specified as being the upper room, and they prepare the passover there. It is not actually specified where the city refers to, and it may refer to one of the suburbs of Jerusalem, such as Bethany; the traditional location is not based on anything more specific in the Bible, and may easily be wrong.

Now, we have also covered a little about The Last Supper.

Let us now bring out the painting of The Last Supper..













Feast your eyes as I now present to you Maybellyn's very own "The Last Supper"..
















I told you that I'm in such a giving mood today. Have a great day everybody. Enjoy. Oh, i do love art. Till then.

Au revoir.

Pretty girl.

Not forgetting, most of the information above was obtained from www.wikipedia.com.

wow, Christmas

Since today is Christmas day, let's talk about it. In about another half an hour or so, Christmas would officially be a yesterday thing. So why? Why the great emphasis on festivals and such? Do we actually celebrate it for it's origin?

Or do we take this opportunity to feast, splurge and party without guilt, with the constant reminder that it's a day for celebration? But then again, no, so many out there are just partying away and celebrating without a reason(or maybe because it's a public holiday? Who knows.) They do not commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ and many out there who claim that they're "celebrating" Christmas, barely even know his story or believe in him.

It's the season for giving, or so they say.

Nowadays, people give just for the sake of giving because it's always been a tradition to give. Sadly, most of these do not come from their hearts but from their pockets, literally. Everything is so superficial now. It's always the thought that counts when giving, but now, it's the value that matters.

Personally, I'd say that nothing beats the thought. Cause material stuff can be easily obtained anytime. But what comes from the heart, is truly, priceless. People get so flustered and panicky days before Christmas, crossing out their list and preparing their gifts. Is that really so important? Are days like today so special? No, isn't it just any ordinary day? Why the fuss.

Shouldn't it just be a gathering with your family, having a table of nice food, talking, laughing and enjoying? My Christmas was very uneventful too. But did I complain? No. It's just really weird that people actually say things like "Oh gosh, it's Christmas and I'm feeling so down." Well, if it was any other day, you'd still be complaining about it so what makes today such a great deal.

Well, get over it.

Really people, I'd give so much to receive what comes from the heart. It's always the most valuable.

Till then.


pretty girl.

I'm not a christian by the way. I'm far from it.

Love, Maybellyn

Hello all,

Today will be the start of something new. Welcome to Maybellyn's new space, where we'll spend quality time together, talking about bunny-shaped clouds, cotton candy and butterflies. Aren't you excited already? As how all things start, we shall begin with an introduction.

This is a very significant moment as this marks the start of our beautiful friendship. As you would have already figured by now, my name is Maybellyn and I'm special. This space will not only be filled with my mundane day-to-day's happenings, it would also contain a series of depressing encounters (or so I foresee).

To continue with the introduction, I'm quite a pessimist but it's okay really. I'll show you what it means to put on a front and also, what a facade is. By the way, do not be mistaken. I'm not one of those depressed lil' emo kids who claims that cutting their wrist is a form of release and satisfaction. That is just wrong. As much as I'm a sadist, the emo kid's "way of life" is just way too juvenile. So, no, I'm not that depressed.

In fact, I think that the world's a beautiful place. Well, sometimes that is. I really should write more. This way, you'd know me better. Actually, you are not obliged to be here and definitely not compelled to read the contents here. If you choose to, by all means, go ahead.

I'd love it if you, you and you do leave me comments or such. At least I'd know that I'm still alive.

Just so you'd know, I'm an extremely boring person and you can judge this for yourself. Then again, I'm actually not a boring person. I'm in fact, really interesting and entertaining. If you have your doubts and you beg to differ, sadly, you do not know me.

Do engage in engaging conversations with me and I'll blow you away. Not literally though. So, that's about as much as I'll say for now and one very important thing to note, I'm not who I am.

Till then.

Au revoir.

Yours,
Maybellyn