::cella:: beauty. grace. and confidence.
not beauty perfected.. for every pretty thing is tainted and stained. crimson.
::cella:: ©
took this picture sometime back.. in a cafe somewhere between Little India and Chinatown. it had an odd mix of people, and full of the smells ive grown to love.. coffee beans, rustic furniture, and a faint tint of exotic perfume and rain.
i love quirky cafes. cafes that aren’t afraid of dirty mirrors, peeling paint, split leather couches, scruffed wooden floorings, out of date magazines and an odd handful of people watchers.
i just love that feeling of being deeply confident, despite having a few rough edges. or imperfections. or shortcomings. i believe theres a certain kind of self confidence needed for someone to be happy with the way they are. one that looks beyond the senseless chase for perfection. one that exudes such alluring grace and charm.
so. well, on a thoughtful note, a lovely memory, im gonna try to get to sleep now 
o and to parry, my dear ever so helpful friend, a very happy birthday to u! exams jiayou!
