tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86121214014748242012011-07-08T10:56:21.147+08:00icehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179609752839135804noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612121401474824201.post-82102187797656389312009-07-24T20:47:00.002+08:002009-07-24T21:17:30.981+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2132/2132792ke0n2rej75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 134px;" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2132/2132792ke0n2rej75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Growing up, I always believed in myself. Well, not quite. But I am pretty sure that I am "somehow" confident with myself. I know I am very good on doing things.<br /><br />But of course, I cannot help but feel insecure sometimes. Especially, whenever I see people who have better looks than me-- regardless of whether they are smart or not. I know how to admire other people's beauty, but seeing those faces kind of made me feel like "Why are these girls blessed with the GREATEST looks?" I wish I had her smile, her hair, her beautiful face...<br /><br />Insecurity does kill... itself. Right, insecurity kills itself! In my situation, that feeling just eats me up for a while and then brings me back to life in a split second. I know I am pretty, smart, confident, and everything nice. And now, I am back to life...<br /><br />...Now you see when I told you that it'll bring me back to life in just a split second.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612121401474824201-8210218779765638931?l=icequeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>icehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179609752839135804noreply@blogger.com1