Okay,
So everyone at this point has to realize that I completely fail at being consistent with my blog. In my righteous defense, I will list a series of very lame excuses.
After having caught the flu that didn't seem to go away, I was caught up with my New York City trip and then stumbled onto my birthday week which was very promptly followed by the birthday week of a few other friends that led to constant nights out and other miscellaneous mischief.
After life returned to some figment of normalcy, I stumbled head first into school work that had been successfully ignored for roughly a months span of time. Of course this resulted in a long two weeks of catch up that sapped the very essence of my blackened soul.
But fear not, I have many pictures from things I bought in New York City and things I bought in preparation to go to New York City that will soon be posted.
Also I'm going to be doing a fragrance blog and an accessories blog which will be followed by a cosmetics blog for men.
Wheew.
And eventually, I'll get vlogs running.
I think?
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Monday, March 1, 2010
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Rainfall, A New Perspective
Why do people hate the rain?
Have you ever woken to the sounds of rain tapping at your window, where the sky is hazy and the wind is rustling the leaves of the nearby trees? To hide underneath your cover and just lay there, listening to the soft tapping while time creeps by.
Have you ever smelled the moist earth and the aroma of blossoming life all around you as Mother Nature quenches her thirst? That smell of a familiar but yet unrecognizable memory that lingers just outside your grasp.
Have you witnessed the cleansing of the grime, dust, and dirt that fills our world of constant construction? Have you noticed how quiet it gets when it rains? The construction halts, the kids and dogs go inside to play and the only occasional noise is the sound of tires swishing through small puddles of water on the street.
That sound… that incredible sound of cars driving through the rain.
I adore the rain, my mother used to always tell me to avoid it because I’d get sick if I got drenched. But there’s something so refreshing about standing under the pouring of the heavens and allowing yourself to be humbled, to be belittled by the vastness of this world.
The next time it rains, skip the umbrella and just stand outside and allow yourself to take a moment to enjoy the relative serenity of a rainy day. Feel the growth of life and take that time to organize your own shattered mirror.
Have you ever woken to the sounds of rain tapping at your window, where the sky is hazy and the wind is rustling the leaves of the nearby trees? To hide underneath your cover and just lay there, listening to the soft tapping while time creeps by.
Have you ever smelled the moist earth and the aroma of blossoming life all around you as Mother Nature quenches her thirst? That smell of a familiar but yet unrecognizable memory that lingers just outside your grasp.
Have you witnessed the cleansing of the grime, dust, and dirt that fills our world of constant construction? Have you noticed how quiet it gets when it rains? The construction halts, the kids and dogs go inside to play and the only occasional noise is the sound of tires swishing through small puddles of water on the street.
That sound… that incredible sound of cars driving through the rain.
I adore the rain, my mother used to always tell me to avoid it because I’d get sick if I got drenched. But there’s something so refreshing about standing under the pouring of the heavens and allowing yourself to be humbled, to be belittled by the vastness of this world.
The next time it rains, skip the umbrella and just stand outside and allow yourself to take a moment to enjoy the relative serenity of a rainy day. Feel the growth of life and take that time to organize your own shattered mirror.
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