Thoughts written on a rainy day

 

" Absolutely stunning! " A bold statement from The glamorous world of fashion. It has became the norm of our daily conversations to include: " Oh you look wonderful in that dress! "
Society hollers that being fashionable signifies an invincible but conceivable social rank.

The truth is, we have all been there, done that and keep doing so. We jumped into society's band wagon with no thoughts nor reflections.
The truth is, appreciating the articles that adorns our bodies trigger a tide of temporary happiness that recedes when dinner ends.

There is no shame nor fraught for appreciating material beauty. The collapse of the heart of the fashion industry is pushing aside the Truth of true beauty.

When was the last time, you heard a mother sharing to her daughter ( or son ) these Time Tested Beauty Tips?

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!” 
― Sam Levenson

Audrey Hepburn's favourite reads stemmed from Levenson.
What would you think, act and say differently, starting today ?

Daily conversations

Confession: I am a serial plant murderer.
My plant: " I'm dying and all she did was put EGG SHELLS on me?!?!?!
Choi! I'll just die off now."

This is why…

I insisted on planting different types of flower all around our house:

You’ll stop paying $10 for a bunch of blooms. 

Happy Hump Day! :)

Endless Water

Created with cinemagr.am

Ain't this wicked? :)

OCD = Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

“Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder in which people have unwanted and repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations (obsessions), or behaviors that make them feel driven to do something (compulsions).

Often the person carries out the behaviors to get rid of the obsessive thoughts, but this only provides temporary relief. Not performing the obsessive rituals can cause great anxiety.” Cited from PubMed Heath

I know, it’s a scary thing isn’t it?  I read somewhere on the web that OCD usually develops after one hits the age of 30. 

I didn’t know that this has been ongoing for awhile now.  But this time I finally have a picture to proof!

I mean, look at this:

Both friendly backyard animals were found perfectly lined up in our living room, with heads pointing at the same direction.  Last week, both of them were arranged along the living room window, staring out towards our backyard, (anticipating a chipmunk’s appearance I would think).

Mind you, you must think that someone else around the house did all these.  Nope, it was HIM all these while -

By the way, it is not nice to think that he has a big butt! 

Seriously, stop staring at his badonkadonk!

So if anyone of you come visit us at our place, don’t be surprised with the amount of my personal belongings laying around the house.  I am merely conducting a test on Toby, keeping my fingers crossed that he would tidy up my house too!

Eye Poetry

 
Stumbled upon Irene Suchocki's tapestry of art. They convey a sense of mellowness, softness and paints an aura of gentle tranquility. Don't you think they brew a desire to trace the footprints of the paths pictured, carrying with an inner self that is filled with curiosity with a tinge of fragility.

Ever wondered how to create this fascinating piece? Cut a tiny heart shape and tape it on your camera lens. Snap away and be enchanted! :)

Overheard at Bariatric Clinic

Hypothesis: To my horror, skipping meals actually causes weight gain in the long run! Such contradiction!

Prediction : All interns should be struggling to fit into their pants by Year Three from all the breakfasts and lunchios that were forgotten due to constrained schedule. 

Experimentation : ( Through retrospective observation )  Skipping at least one meal a day during intern year while subconsciously did so in delight that we remain stick thin for life from all the starvation! Hurray! 

Result : A size 0 shopping for size 4 in third year. 

Discussion : Skipping meals puts our body in starvation mode, an energy conservation setting of our body's metabolic machinery that promotes fat storage and discourages calorie-burning. Plus we run the risk of food binging and malnutrition! 

I learnt all this today in Bariatric Surgery Clinic in my size 4 pants.

In a lighter note, the best health advice I have heard was sung by Sinatra.

You can go to extremes with impossible schemes.

You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams.

And life gets more exciting with each passing day.

And love is either in your heart, or on it's way.

And if you should survive to 105,

Look at all you'll derive out of being alive!

And here is the best part, you have a head start

If you are among the very young at heart.

Stay young at heart :)

Photo credits to my travel buddy who went to Siam Reap. 

                                             

Happy Monday!

Not!

Edited

Quote of the Day:

“You’re the one who got me sick!  Now that I am sick, you don’t even let me finger you?!” ~DD

Did you just say “eww”?  You sicko!

See, I had strep and of course DD, whom I call husband on good days, got that from me.  DD’d been preparing for his final exam and was rather unhappy with the fact that he got my precious gift of strep bacteria.  So when I got home from work, he greeted me with the finger. (Now that I typed this here, the whole gesture sounds kinda abusive.  Just to clarify, it was the ring finger he gave me, but in our household it’s almost the same deal)

Obviously I was NOT happy!  Felt rather abused, I told him to put that damn finger away!  Then out of nowhere… he blurted that Quote of the Day.  LOL!!  Best thing I heard, totally brightened up my Monday.

Do you have any great quotes you would like to share?

Fancy a cup o’ milk or a shot of vodka?

Hello World!

This is KelBell, co-owner of this blog.  I first met Vickie Vic back in 2009 (or was it 2010??) at a dinner gathering.  The first question she asked me when we met was “So what do you do for fun here?”  To be frank, I had no clue what I did for fun.  I was going to give her an R-rated answer but I didn’t really know her then so I didn’t want to scare this potential friend away... 

So years later, something struck and I went..

“Hey Vic, do you have a blog? Want to write one?”

“Together?”

“Sure, like a all-things-pretty kinda blog, you know?  Something to do I guess.. Unless you think my mind or writing style might be too dirty for you I guess.. haha”

“Haha you can write the “adult” column”

So this where we are two days later!  We have our very own blog, together (insert “awwwwww” here)!!!

Yes I know, great story.

Anyway, I took Vic’s word very seriously.  She did give me the permission to write the adult column, so I am going to take this opportunity here to say, “thank you”.  I will slowly insert some adult contents here, but don’t you worry because they will not be the in your face kind that make you go “Umm.. did she just say that?”

But to not disappoint you, we decided to greet you Welcome with a very risqué photo of boobie-side-up (yes, they are eggs you dirty minded people).  Don’t you just love that good o' motor-boating-boob-in-ya-face kind of greet and meet technique??  Missy Vickie wanted me to replace the header photo, but I think I should let it sit for awhile, it kinda makes me happy every time I come to this page :)

So what pretty lil things shall I share with you for now…?

How about this:  My thumbs turned green and these babies in my yard granted me lots of bloomie blooms this spring!!

Do you have some pretty blooms from your yards that you would like to share with us? 

Milk

Inspired by PW, who is 80% transparent in his writings. Honestly, i am not even a 20%. In fact, i maybe born an introvert as i use to lock myself in my room when my cousins get too crazy. That's probably more for self protection. :P Chris use to slip notes under my door to persuade me to play with them. Since i came to the States, interactions occurred at a different pace than Malaysians or Asians. In Malaysia, new comers are greeted and we discover each others study interests, work environment and maybe hobbies. Whilst way up north in this part of the globe, locals opened up their arms and snuggle you into their bosoms. By half way through the tete-a-tete, we would learn of their family tree, their favorite colleagues and not so favorites ( this i can never comprehend ), their children's schedules ( school, sports, music classes ), their own schedules from Sundays to Saturdays...

It happened to me in several of my plane flights, my smile just froze on my face. I felt like the "welcome" kitty with a huge grin and it's right paw up. ( Ones you see in Asian restaurants )

It's culture clash, not a negative judgement. It actually propels me to open up a little to the world. A little :)

Three years of residency training will come to a comma in this coming June. It's an age old cliche but i have to say: Oh How Time Flies in a Blink or a Wink! In an exhilarated sigh ( bipolar talk ), i have successfully aged myself or rather Residency has advanced the hands of time! ( It's always easier to blame it on the 3rd party :P ). My colleagues and I stared at our 3 year old name tags in amazement. We gasped at the innocence, how tout our skin were and What a smile! A thoroughly blissful, captivating smile filled with satisfaction that we made it into the "Real-World. "

Then we spotted a glimpse of ourselves at the mirror...It's a crinkle , not a wrinkle. :)

Hence, Therefore, However! I will not trade in any of the choices i have made! :)

Speak of which, how odd is it that we perceive ourselves physically through our reflections! The mirror or captured photos. I wonder how accurate those reflections are. Maybe Picasso is right after all. 

Comma, not full-stop, as shall be embarking another 2 year long journey in sub-specialty training to qualify for a rank in the family of " subspecies ":) 

It's amazing how technology conforms and reforms our surroundings and invade our consciousness. My cuzzo Tiffie got me addicted to Draw Something, an app in iPhone which is basically Pictionary/ Charades in a sketching form. My pal drew: A computer monitor, a keyboard and an object with a wire hooked to the keyboard. " Mouse " i typed in exhalation. Another example that i have never been able to erase off my brain: In my university days, my pal drew a shop that sells dresses and wrote "mega mall, 3rd floor". Everyone was puzzled. She exclaimed: " Eclipse! "

What ever happened to Mouse- the animal and Eclipse- the moon?

I'm an addict to words. 

PS: Have you ever heard of an angry sneeze? Imagine yourself caught in a difficult / confrontational / fist filled situation, and your opponent sneezed....:D That angry plot won't work well after that aye? :P

With Frank Sinatra serenading: " Come dance with me ."