Between amusement and mind games

Exhibit A

Note Exhibit A. Now this is the typical self-shot... Budget cun...Ala ayu2... Ditangkap ketika effort untuk bersiap pada hari tu diletakkan pada skala 10. ( 1 for paling malas..and 10 for ultra rajin)

Exhibit B

Now note Exhibit B. This is more like me...an everyday effort level of 3-4 on the scale, at the most..with that expression that's permanently on my face...

Exhibit C

 
Now what's amusing you may ask?

As much as i believe i love looking all pretty and done-up as in Exhibit A...as much as i believe i love the fact that more people would want to approach and talk to me when i look like Exhibit A and the sudden bonus points i get from people i know for looking like Exhibit A... I know now i'd rather be looking like Exhibit B all the time and actually be loved for it. I'm tired of knowing i'll always be compared to, or if not compared to, lose points (looks-wise) to all the "perfect" faces on TVs and magazines.

__________________________________________________On the other hand......erm...

Do you think Exhibit A or Exhibit B is really, really...me??? Or is it just a face made up, not made up, etc. to show what i want people to see? Is the paragraph above really about me?? Or is it just information fed to let people think they know what's on my mind?

Is today's blog entry an honest and sincere entry?? Or is today's entry done just because i'm bored and  i wanna mess with your head a little bit??

Well..for those answers my friends...Please refer to Exhibit C's expression :) I guess all you can do now is take your best guess.. :)

Much Love,
Faranadia ;) (wink wink)

The lost soul

Everywhere I turn..everyone I meet..

Things, people and places...seem empty

Like a face without the defining balls in its sockets

Hollow, devoid of meaning

Where has the soul gone to?

The essence of each element

Only apparitions of it appear sometimes

The soul, only a ghost existing 

in the past

When music had definition

When its words had nuances

When people had conscience

Material meant less

And love and respect meant almost all

Till the soul returns

This world is hollow, devoid of meaning

Empty sockets without its defining balls on a face that was meant to be beautiful.

-Copyright: Fn2013