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Sunday, October 28, 2007
i've come to the conclusion: there's no ugly/fat women, there's only poor women. i think that the previous argument of 'there's no ugly/fat women, there's only lazy women' creates a lot of grievances. sometimes it just isn't about exercising and spending wads of cash on skincare or cosmetics. cos some stubborn fats or scars or ugliness just won't go off!
so, if one is rich and has too much cash to spare, she could easily visit the asthetic surgeons to zap off her excess fats with laser, fill her saggy skin with botox, whiten her pearly whites, enlarge her boobs, sharpen her nose, etc. that's so fake isn't it?
but i've also come to realise that alot of guys nowadays don't care if their gals have undergone any cosmetic surgery to enhance herself, as long as its not boob enlargement. they are only concerned with the result, not the process.
so im left with this utterly disappointing conclusion: if wanna be beautiful, it's either you are born beautiful, or born rich and beautifully-constructed.
so totally unfair. right?
so, if one is rich and has too much cash to spare, she could easily visit the asthetic surgeons to zap off her excess fats with laser, fill her saggy skin with botox, whiten her pearly whites, enlarge her boobs, sharpen her nose, etc. that's so fake isn't it?
but i've also come to realise that alot of guys nowadays don't care if their gals have undergone any cosmetic surgery to enhance herself, as long as its not boob enlargement. they are only concerned with the result, not the process.
so im left with this utterly disappointing conclusion: if wanna be beautiful, it's either you are born beautiful, or born rich and beautifully-constructed.
so totally unfair. right?
Monday, October 22, 2007
al dente at the esplanade. dinner for two. an italian flaire and cuisine. that's how i celebrated darling's burfdae on his burfday itself. after suffering from a sleep deficit from his burfdae party the night before, both of us managed to pull ourselves out of bed to meet for the planned dinner i had for him. had wanted to take pics of the food: his steak and my oven-baked cod. after all, how many chances would we have to dine at an italian restaurant? but a real pity we didn't have a digi cam. so no pics. :(
Sunday, October 14, 2007
i come to realise that make-up is one big deceiving art.
one moment, he's that gorgeous model on the runway, with flawless complexion (with make-up) and a hot bod. the next moment, he's the normal boyfriend sitting beside me, with a few(?) pimples signifying youth. the hot bod remains of course. :p
a pity i didn't have a digital cam with me. if not i'd have been snapping away in attica when he was on the runway for his first assignment.
i was full of pride when he did his catwalk on the runway. it's like ohmygawd-that's-my-bf-on-the-runway kinda thing. honestly speaking, i had my worries and i still do. brushing the fears aside, i really try my best to be the most supportive gf. and so my heart was thumping furiously. every step he took was of confidence and poise. he almost took my breath away.
when i stepped into attica alone initially, i was a bit lamenting over the fact that i seemed to pale in comparison with him. im not talking about our skin tone here. but well, for the fact that two guys chatted me up: a part-time waiter and an abc guy with a slang, it's consolable to a certain extent.
but of course, the bf on the runway is the one i was paying my attention on for the night. and im really proud to claim him mine.
after he finished his show, we ordered drinks. i had 4 in total: whisky dry (before the show), vodka lime, vodka cranberry and whisky dry (again!). by the time we walked out, i think i was stumbling over my steps a little and blabbering nonsense.
was i drinking to my Inferiority? im not sure.
all in all, it was a wonderful night. at least for once, i could sit with him by the beautiful riverside on a lovely saturday night. :)
one moment, he's that gorgeous model on the runway, with flawless complexion (with make-up) and a hot bod. the next moment, he's the normal boyfriend sitting beside me, with a few(?) pimples signifying youth. the hot bod remains of course. :p
a pity i didn't have a digital cam with me. if not i'd have been snapping away in attica when he was on the runway for his first assignment.
i was full of pride when he did his catwalk on the runway. it's like ohmygawd-that's-my-bf-on-the-runway kinda thing. honestly speaking, i had my worries and i still do. brushing the fears aside, i really try my best to be the most supportive gf. and so my heart was thumping furiously. every step he took was of confidence and poise. he almost took my breath away.
when i stepped into attica alone initially, i was a bit lamenting over the fact that i seemed to pale in comparison with him. im not talking about our skin tone here. but well, for the fact that two guys chatted me up: a part-time waiter and an abc guy with a slang, it's consolable to a certain extent.
but of course, the bf on the runway is the one i was paying my attention on for the night. and im really proud to claim him mine.
after he finished his show, we ordered drinks. i had 4 in total: whisky dry (before the show), vodka lime, vodka cranberry and whisky dry (again!). by the time we walked out, i think i was stumbling over my steps a little and blabbering nonsense.
was i drinking to my Inferiority? im not sure.
all in all, it was a wonderful night. at least for once, i could sit with him by the beautiful riverside on a lovely saturday night. :)
Friday, October 12, 2007
i'm like having totally negative feelings now. *sighs* i start wondering about my existence in cheerleading. though i've been attending practices faithfully but something just doesn't seem really right.
attending practices religiously doesn't equal to alot of stuffs. i dunno what gibberish im talking about now. i've been suffering a lot of bruises from trainings, such that i can't wear my pretty tops or dresses. my muscles are building up and im really afraid i'll look even bulkier than i am now. *sighs x 2*
and so, i look at my body covered with hideous bruises and ugly muscles and start questioning myself: is it really worth it? does anyone care?
i dun even feel beautiful now, with all the extra muscles piling on me from all the training. i rather be back to the flabby me. :(
arghh.
attending practices religiously doesn't equal to alot of stuffs. i dunno what gibberish im talking about now. i've been suffering a lot of bruises from trainings, such that i can't wear my pretty tops or dresses. my muscles are building up and im really afraid i'll look even bulkier than i am now. *sighs x 2*
and so, i look at my body covered with hideous bruises and ugly muscles and start questioning myself: is it really worth it? does anyone care?
i dun even feel beautiful now, with all the extra muscles piling on me from all the training. i rather be back to the flabby me. :(
arghh.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
i feel like buying this black shimmer smudger from body shop... wanna try sth new. :p
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cheerleading practices are fun... i love to see all of us bonding together as one and helping each other out with the stunts. and i must say im really amazed at the amount of strength i have in me. after all, basing is usually done by the guys. but me and my partner are the best combination. :))
as our first performance draws nearer, the stress is also creeping up to me. maybe its partly bcos i know he'll be somewhere in the audience watching. and perhaps cos it's my debut performance in alphaverve.
i really wanna do it well.
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cheerleading practices are fun... i love to see all of us bonding together as one and helping each other out with the stunts. and i must say im really amazed at the amount of strength i have in me. after all, basing is usually done by the guys. but me and my partner are the best combination. :))
as our first performance draws nearer, the stress is also creeping up to me. maybe its partly bcos i know he'll be somewhere in the audience watching. and perhaps cos it's my debut performance in alphaverve.
i really wanna do it well.