Cut this old tee into a tank. 

What I get in Korea for a fake Chanel shirt is "Cannel". I don't mind the mockery—didn't even notice until a couple months later!

Off to wash Bardot's tank.

This is Bardot. 

Apologies for the lack of focus, but apparently he's too handsome to stay still. 

This is his majestic bubble nest. 

It means he's happy and healthy. A little confusing because he hasn't pooped in a while...

These are placed in view of his sight.

I like to think Chief Wiggum and Bardot like to swap stories

and keep each other company.

Yesterday was Monday. 

I bought fabric on Monday to sew today, Tuesday, knowing that I would be 

stuck at home due to a fresh coating of black cement on my driveway. 

Around 11pm last night I could no longer resist the temptations of my new fabric, 

sitting there, waiting to be sewn. So I sewed into the wee hours 

of the night, because once I start, I have to finish. Now I'm here, 

not sewing—instead, blogging! 

Sometimes I'll stare at Bardot swimming around in his poor, 

little, half gallon tank, wondering what he thinks about on a daily basis. His hefty bubble 

nest reassures me he's happy though, so that's good.

A significant change has come over me. 

Why or how I do not know, but I don't complain (much, or I feel) anymore. 

I get irritated hearing others complain, like unusually irritated. I find myself not responding 

when I hear a complaint. Instead, I retort mentally (I guess this is a form of complaint...ha) 

"so unworthy, have you no family, friends, home, a bed to sleep in every night, first world 

problems are ridiculous, other people have it worse, seriously?!". 

I guess what I'm getting at is instead of complaining and 

finding things to whine and grumble about, which in most cases is absolute rubbish, 

take a look at what you do have—be thankful. Complaining gets you no where. 

No one likes to be around whiners. Whenever you feel yourself about to vomit a complaint, stop. 

Stop and think about what you're thankful for instead. You can even be midpoint 

mumbling, "Omgggggg I ha...love that we're stuck in traffic. More quality time. I'm not currently 

in an accident. Heck, I have a car!" To think of all those times I've 

complained about the most minuscule things, I'm quite embarrassed and ashamed. 

No more complaining.

In the words of Stefan Sagmeister:

Complaining is stupid. 

Either act or forget.

After about a year of neglecting my tumblr, I've recently began

 posting again like I've just discovered it. 

Then I thought, what about my blog? Since tumblr is set up in a way that is easy to follow 

fellow tumblrians and post like a mad woman with simple 

"reblog" buttons, I'm going to use tumblr as an outlet to dump all my excess saved images of things 

I like. I have far too many—it's bombarding my desktop like spam.

 This blog will then become a more personal outlet of thoughts and photos taken mostly by me, 

or so I hope as soon as I begin to feel more comfortable typing out my thoughts on, 

ya know, the vast, creepy inter-web.

I love going through my old playlists. 

That feeling like the first time you heard it, so great.

I really want a Veiled Chameleon. 

Researching about them only increases my yearning. I think I've spent a couple hours just 

watching videos about them...and the "unboxing" of them on youtube. Look at those 

feet—so adorable! And the way they walk...agh. I think what's holding me back 

is setting up it's home. Seems like a lot of work and maintaining. If my chameleon were to 

die(or become gravely ill) because I set up it's home undesirably or god–forbid, wrong, I would cry. 
Their diet as well—worms and grasshoppers—uh...

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Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

—Leonardo Da Vinci