The tragically beautiful sister of the beautifully tragic girl.
Oh sweet Nessarose. She looks up to those beneath her. She wishes to walk but can only crawl. Her dresses so crisp, and eyes so bright. Stuck in her black and white and red world. In love with a man made of tin with no heart to give. Alone and loveless here, that poor little Nessarose.
That Nessarose - she brought the house down.
"When I grow up. I will be brave enough to fight the creatures. That you have to fight beneath the bed each night to be a grown-up." - When I Grow Up, Matilda The Musical
I wanted to be a grown-up.
To be tall, and smart, and pretty. To reach the books on the highest shelf. To answer all the questions I needed to know. To look in the mirror and see a face I liked. I thought turning eighteen meant becoming the grown-up I wanted to be at eight.
I waited years to turn eighteen. When I turned eight, I counted the decade before I became an adult. When I was thirteen, I thought life would be better in five years. It’s been five years later. A lot of things have changed, but I'm not sure if it's for the better.
Yes, the clock has struck midnight. I'm eighteen years old.
Not that kind of Birthday Suit.
A few weeks ago, My family had a collective birthday party. I mentioned in My Letters to my siblings that we're all born in August. Not only that, my grandmothers and a handful of cousins are born in August. So we celebrated everyone's birthday in just one day! The Sunday before exams to be exact.
Champagnes would be popping but I don't drink nor am I eighteen yet.
Cuff me. I have conformed to society.
My friends will tell you I dislike Zalora. That's not true, I just have a mild disinterest.Their geurilla marketing last year had irked me so I avoided it, having no opinion. However, many of my friends swear by it. Their constant praise intrigued me.
What can I say? I got curious.
Here's something funny. I'm the eldest of four kids, and we're all born in August.
Though my birthday has yet to pass, their birthdays have sailed smoothly. Born within a week of each other. Cakes bought, candles blown, mouths stuffed. I have to wait till' the 25th for my cake, but it's okay. It will correspond with the end of my exams.
Birthdays are important in my family, they have always been important. Growing, changing, and celebrating the years you lived and will live. There are things I'd like to write that I won't say aloud. This is to my favourite nuisances in the world.
So...
Tags. So much fun, and a suprising amount of work.
A few days ago, the ever-amazing Colleen from Coo Coo for Coco tagged me in the Blogger Interview Series Tag. It's been ages since I did a tag post, the Versatile Blogger tag in March. A lot has happened since then, and I thought this tag was a great way to answer some questions about blogging as well.
So let me say hey, and answer some general blogging questions!
This would have been more appropriate to post before Eid Al-Fitr.
I can go on about Eid, the long days under the sun as you travel house to house. By the end of the day, you will look like a panda. Both in face and size. I felt it was my mission to find a way to keep makeup stay longer, or at least, not worst.
So here are five ways to make your makeup last throughout the day!
Remnants of a past, lost in memory. Perhaps that is all you will ever be. A hazy thought, that I will look on longingly but eventually forget. I will forget the secrets behind your facade, the laughter filling your space, the times I called you home.
I might see you again, or what remains of you. My eyes will turn away. A glance is all it takes to realize how much you have changed. I might visit you, nostalgic for all we have seen and all that we have known. It won't be the same though. We will be different, and I will forget you.
All you will be is a remnant of what was once mine.
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