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Watched TWO movies with Xinyi today because the tickets are ridiculously cheap as compared to weekend prices (which we're way more used to seeing how that's pretty much the only free time we usually have), and well that's a first for us. Good experience though, especially since the two movies were really good.


It was good to do some catching up, especially since we hadn't seen each other in months. And as usual...





Multiple selfies are always fun with friends.

And when we saw a big-ass Christmas tree, we very naturally had to pose with it...

 Xinyi: YAY CHRISTMAS TREE WHEE

Me: Christmas tree. Fab.

The sunset was beautiful too.
(The itty-bitty dots are cable cars, by the way)

And when I got home, ready to hit the shower and then get some sleep (and dream of the very handsome, very skilled Levi-heicho sigh), but a sudden thought struck me while I was removing my makeup.
Look at this.

(Yes it's ugly, but that's not quite my point here)

It's not that big a difference, but it's a difference all the same.
And it got me wondering.
I know I said once that makeup was like war paint to me.
It's like armour, and with it, I am a warrior - I can take on whatever I have to.

The question is, who or what am I when I remove it?
What is a warrior without her armour?
And can she live with who she is?

Comments

  1. KiraDecember 12, 2013 at 2:00 AM

    Yayyyy <3 <3 <3
    Hmm.I think your face is the unique personal canvas without makeup. makeup is there to give you a different shade of beauty :)

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