Greeting from The Lisa. yes, The Lisa is feeling very greetacious today.

Anyways, I've been extra busy last week. Diary was crammed full of appointments and " things that needed to be done NOW ". Ran out of space so had to use post it notes, except my one was cuter than the normal ones.

Last Monday was the craziest... Things kept on happening before I had anytime to rest. Gah, I have to stop networking this much.

Oh yeah, my parents had arrived.!! ~ CLEAN HOUSE! FREE DRIVERS! FOOD! and CLEAN CLOTHES THAT CAN MAGICALLY APPEAR IN MY ROOM! Booyah, I couldnt believe that I was actually happy about them being here but obviously, the [ ahem ] hardships of last year really did it. Now I can totally concentrate on acing all my external assessments and wow everyone with my genius brain.!

On Monday [ this Monday ] I wore my new gray contact lenses to school, and damn, it was annoying. I couldnt walk five paces without banging into someone or something but it was well worth it. My favourite person in the whole world told me he likes my eyes and that they're hardout pretty. !! ^^ I couldnt stop grinning like the stylish idiot I am the whole day. Among those comments, I've also got :: Hey you look mixed. As in half Asian and half Caucasian. EXACTLY the look I was hoping for. My dear sister said :: Congrats, you have finally mutated. ><

That actually got me thinking. What is beauty? Isn't it different for everyone since " beauty is in the eye of the beholder " ? But, there's always someone who would make everyone go :: yeah I agree shes pretty. And what about those pretty girls who are biatches? Would you still consider them pretty if all they ever let out are string of ugly swears words? A fuck in every second word of the sentences?

My mum once told me that beauty is from within, its what feeling you give people, kinda like our inner radiation. My friends tell me that I'm the most beautiful when I'm having fun and laughing. So yes, lisa, laugh more.

There are still times when I wish that I'm prettier though. It's natural, especially with all the magazines bombarding you with flawless looking models, tips on how to have pouty lips, what kind of face guys would find attracted to and how to maximise your inner flirt. It's like all of them are trying to fit you into this specific type of mould and if you don't fit, you're not consider as pretty. All I can say to that is :: fucking bullshit.

You're yourself. Instead of moaning about how you wish you can change something about yourself, try to focus on living your life. Cause, if you aint busy living, you're busy dying. I'm not becoming some preachy kinda chick... of course I want longer hair, smaller face, bigger eyes, longer eyes and etc etc, but unless some rich guy come along and sweep me off my feet with his multi million dollar accounts or my dad becomes a plastic surgerer, then my chance of ever changing my looks are really really slim.

But thank god, I AM PRETTY. I've heard it often enough. I still have my doubts but hey who could argue with the masses of people. * winks * Lol, I feel intimidated when people tell me that there are some girls who are a bit [ only a bit, mind you ] prettier than me. Being the gracious person I am, I will always smile at them sweetly and said :: Lucky girl. While secretly thinking to myself :: fuck you fuck you. I alone am the prettiest. I'm gonna gauge your useless eyes out, freak.

Hehe, I can imagine it now. Me gauging someone's eyes out. Shouldnt be any different with the cow's eye I dissected during my biology class. This is not called vainess, rather, it is called self confidence. I am pretty. Tell that to yourself thousand of times over and over again and soon you'll even start to believe it. [ hopefully ]

Well, I've gotta go play with my make up now to get ready for Friday's auditions. Keke, so much for beauty comes from within eh...