Being frivolous

Call me frivolous. I like pretty things. Edible and non-edible stuffs. And I like all things with speckles of gold haha…not diamonds though.

It all started with my first trip to Kyoto in 2008. Was that a decade ago?…During that trip, I bought the specialty matcha power with gold speckles. And with that, I know it’s my love…to enjoy my drinks with gold speckles. Thus when I went to Kanazawa, I knew I had to buy. The golden foil speckles. And of course, why would I forget about the hot stuff: Softserve with gold foil leave!!!! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’– Even if it’s winter and super cold, I wasn’t daunted…I just had to have it ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜š

Yes, call me frivolous. For in what way will gold enhance our body system?…actually, it’s nothing. Might as well buy gold bars ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š $$$

Seriously, I don’t think I have to be dirt serious at all times. I like to have fun and try to take things lightly. Come on, if we take things all too hard, our body system will suffer. So, let it go. And close…both eyes.

Thus, when random people hit on me, I also try to close both eyes. And perhaps ears as well. I can’t be reciprocating everyone’s feelings right? It’s just too tiring. I usually choose to act blur and ignore. Not that I don’t get it. I get it totally. But I don’t want to accept. Some people find it frustrating. And I don’t just receive from messages. However, the incredible thing is: Most of the time, the one who seems most decent is the one who says the strangest thing of all. 

At the end of the day, I think, most people are the same. Men and women alike. It’s really a matter of how we restrain ourselves. I am very surprised with the recent one, for I seriously never see it coming. If I were younger, in my uni days, what would be my reaction? Thinking about this, and somehow, I knew that I shouldn’t have not reciprocated a few back then…at least things wouldn’t be so complicated, it would have been much simpler!

Maybe people think I should not be happy by myself. Do they really know me? I mean, I do have my other parts of life that I don’t reveal at all. Or am I really what I seem to be? 

I miss Japan. Despite seeing Japan every half a year. It’s a feeling of want. Wanting to be there. As always, I feel like I am being back at home over there. I keep going back for more. It’s the comfort I crave. I also miss Korea. South Korea. I want to visit her again. I don’t like the shopping. But I love the food, and I love the palaces…and the ancient history, which I totally can relate.

I don’t want to be embroiled in the mundane lifestyle. People don’t get contented anyway, regardless of the type of lifestyle they seem to have portrayed. I don’t want to be tied to anyone. Amazing that actually that’s what most people want. But I am not ‘most people’. Not now, and not even in the past. Maybe I have not given the right vibes to people. Some people just like to think otherwise of me. Little do they know, I am actually like a bird…I love to take flight and go…

Perhaps I may change a few years later. Quite true. Perhaps. I can’t say for sure either. That’s in the future. But what I do know is now, and based on my characteristics stemmed from my younger days, I like to explore. And the thirst for exploration hasn’t been quenched yet.

Or rather, to sum it up, I am just not interested. Since when do I really express an interest in mundane lifestyle? And no thanks, I am not interested to be someone’s interest, though that’s indeed flattering and as what some may say, it’s a boost to my ego. Sure, indeed a boost, when I happened to meet an acquaintance from more than a decade ago. She said I looked so good! ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ 

I think I know the secret. To looking good. 

Or rather, it’s my secret to looking good. And being au naturale ๐Ÿ˜š


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