super ravishing flickr guy :What a beautiful self-portrait, Sofiyah! I love it.
You look like a female version of Mogli. :)
my reply : haha that has to be the weirdest (albeit cutest) compliment ( if it is one lol ) I've ever got! ^^
his reply : Of course it was a compliment, Sofiyah! :)
It's hard for me to explain it in english, but I think it has something to do with the pureness of your look. At the same time there is a kind of contrast, because you look wild and fragile.
Since there are so many photos of you in the jungle, Mogli just came to my mind.Probably I said nothing with sense, but at least I tried! haha
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I find it strange how perfect strangers can read and point out something about you that you wouldn't notice yourself. Its like when people always point out my little mole above my lip. Its so much a part of my face like my eyes and nose that I dont even notice it anymore, until someone reminds me of its existence; " oh you have that lucky mole thing/ taik lalat manis" ( taik lalat sounds so much more patronizing )
"but I think it has something to do with the pureness of your look. At the same time there is a kind of contrast, because you look wild and fragile."
What he said struck a chord in me as something so simple and true. Despite my openness, friendliness, and social outburts, I'm actually a very private and reserved person. I dont randomly give my life stories, even to people Im close with. Despite the fact that I adore everything outdoor-related, I rather stay at home, or take a stroll or jog in the park than hang out in social hotspots and mingle. And despite the fact that I've been living away from my family for almost a year now, and insisting Im independant enough to travel and get things done by my own, I really wish I lived with my parents. I really wished I was closer with my siblings, especially when those bouts of rindu hit me in full force. Despite my fearless attitude, I suck at confrontations, rather sitting back and pretend nothing happened than starting a commotion. I'm a contradiction to my own self. There's these two different people, Sophie and Sofiyah. Sophie the photographer, outdoor crazy, funny, crazy girl and Sofiyah, the daddy's girl, alone in the house with a book, giving hugs to her friends , squeezing her cat , watching tv while nibbling on dark chocolate. Sophie who overspends and Sofiyah who panics over it.
whoa.
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