I mean it was really hard. There are just so many rules and exceptions. Drove me nuts.

It seems I’ve gotten the hang of it since I was five or so. I no longer cry at the thought of spelling and grammar. (I just whimper with teary eyes.)

Anyways. It was easy when I was younger… to write that is. I had so many ideas crammed into my little head without being able to put them on paper fast enough. Granted that those ideas weren’t the most originals, but I was just so eager and driven. I felt as if I had a vault of immeasurable gold in my mind and that I was the only one with the precious key.

Unfortunately I forgot to take Ms. Muse into consideration. So generous to the younger me, yet so cruel as I got older. She left a small air vent, which I assumed was to prevent me from drowning in my own ideas, but that same air vent began to crumble from the pressure of my ideas being locked away and not being used. Eventually the walls broke and out spilled my ideas to oblivion.

Yes, I am a bit emo about the situation. It probably isn’t much different from a five-year-old being finding a hole in their piggy bank.

The flood of creativity leaving me is depressing, but I’m trying earnestly to turn it into a challenge. I’ll have to make due with the few lingering thoughts that I have and see if they will bear fruit. (Please bear fruit… even a sour pale cherry.)

Not completely a loss in terms of hope.

I would love to ask someone to save me, but it might be just a little pathetic to ask for help without trying to help myself first, right?

It is a light hearted drama of the gender-bender sorts. The boys are cute and the girl is adorable (a fave from past dramas). And to top it off, the lead actors actually sing, yay! I love it when actors/actresses show off more than one skill set especially singing.

Now to go off and hunt down a new kdrama to watch…

My mom, being her smart adult-parent-like self told me that it was because there is a day and a night in a 24-hour period. Har har mother, I forgot to keel over in laughter.

And no, I didn’t ask my friends… why? Because I felt awfully silly asking them. I mean at my age most people assume that girls know what’s in their make-up bag. But I think most people forget that for the past two decades-ish I’ve had nothing but chapstick and body lotion in this invisible make-up bag.

I digress. Day and night lotion. No clue what they were and me, not being my intelligent self, decided to experiment. I wore the so called day and night creams as prescribed for a day or so then reversed the order.

• Night cream is by far thicker and heavier than Day cream. Wearing it to sleep wasn’t bad since I wasn’t out in the scorching sun to sweat globs of greyish ooze over my clothes. I think I might have made a child cry in horror at one point.
• Day cream has this wonderful feature of being UV safe which means that I don’t have to double layer with sun block, yay!

Now those were the only real differences that I felt or knew without digging into the chemistry of the creams, which I refuse to do since that’s just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. I also assume that the effects of the two creams would have different results on different skin types. I, myself, have sensitive dry skin and find the difference in creams to be a blessing since the night moisturizer tends to irritate me during the day for some reason (though it could be a mental thing).

On a whole different matter, I need a more custom blog layout… does anyone feel like making me one ;}

But after living a quarter of my life, I find that originality is an outdated and over-glorified concept. There is no truly original ideas left, if there are then they are far and few. What is left to be discovered are the approaches to grasping existing concepts.

It is very much like the idea that there are only oh so many original plots in the literary world (the actual number is up for debate, but the fact is that there IS a number). If there is a limit then who are there best-selling authors that are able to just WOW us, the readers, into going “HOLY SMOKES!” or some other exclamation of awe?

Like I said, it isn’t the originality of the plot, but the beauty of their writing style, voice, and break down of the idea. Or that’s my opinion.

Now don’t think that I’m being pessimistic, I’m not. I’m just analyzing my useless efforts to be original, when all I need to do is just do everything my way and that would be original enough. Right? I mean how many people can claim to be me?

Well… minus the creepy stalkers and invisible wanna-be’s (I don’t that I have any), there is only ONE me and that in itself is original. So here is to me forgoing originality in my creativity and just trying to write, draw, and live as I want and like.

Wait, I have to come clean. I don’t really care about the wrinkle lines. It’s just that my mom freaked out one day and wouldn’t shut it about skin care until I promised to look in to it. Thus the purpose of this post really.

Apparently there are three essential items to skin care:

• Cleanser – gets all the oil and dirt out and helps prevent acne.
• Toner/Freshener – cleans the pores and then shrinks them to prevent further junk build up.
• Moisturizer – hydrates your skin and sometimes protects it from UV and improve skin damage/tone.

Oh and another thing I learned is that girls (or women if you prefer) my age need to exfoliate at least once a week. This meant that my mom and I had our very first girly make-up-like moment as we played with a lemon mask. Well, it was more like her lecturing me on how to apply and rub in the mask so that I don’t get any more wrinkles whilst I just sat there staring at the mirror thinking that I was creeping myself out.

Anyways! I need to start shopping around for my skin care regime. If you have any suggestions on good and cheap products for my skin type then let me know.