SO WHAT?!
tyra banks started the "SO WHAT?!" campaign on her show 'the tyra banks show'. that was wat i watched this evening on channel 5 and i was so touched. but i didn't tear cuz my mum was possibly coming home any time =)
the "SO WHAT?!" campaign is for women everywhere who've been counted out or kicked down but had the strength to pull themselves back up. Life is what u make of it, not what u're handed.
my SO WHAT statement: i'm short and i got fat legs. SO WHAT?!
if u're a woman reading this or watched the tyra banks show, make your own SO WHAT statement. we really don't need people or societal pressures putting us down about our selves.
People's mag got the most amount of response ever in history from the issue with tyra banks on the cover about her weight. if we're calling someone like her 'fat', then we're sending out all the wrong messages to young impressionable kids.
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today is officially my HAPPY DAY! four consecutive papers in three days are over and done with. i swear i'll never bid for consecutive papers in my next semesters. kill me if i do.
so yeah, like after 2 fucking hours of sleep + bad bad nightmares this morning b4 heading for morning paper, i'm amazed i had to energy to go shopping for a couple of hours after paper on empty stomach except with the 2 cheesy sausage from GV cuz i had no idea how i ended up parking beneath the theatres to go shopping at Marina Square.
and my fucking key chain decided to unscrew itself and let loose of my house keys. i lost the house key =( so i had to go find my bro to get his house keys for me to go home and secretly and quietly unlock the door for him when he comes home. why? cuz we decided to keep this from my dad. no i am not scared of his scoldings. it is his incessant NAGGINGS that mite just kill me.
U WON'T BELIEVE THIS. I SAW A NEW-BLACK-TOPLESS-FERRARI ON DUNEARN RD. the car was drool-worthy, but the chap driving it was just like a normal guy. no suave guy with shades and i'm-too-cool-for-you face. jus an average joe with slightly slick hair flying in the wind and red framed specs. cars were bout 80kmh and he was happily zipping left and right i tink bout 100 on a traffic-lighted road -_- Arjun u would have squealed like a girl if u saw it in the flesh! but u have so many ferraris at home probably no biggie for u la :D
anyway i tried every possibly nice looking jeans from zara mango and topshop hoping to find a good one that mite create some sort of optical illusion of skinnier legs. these kinda jeans don't exist.
i either look fat, or fatter. short, or shorter. there was one that was exactly the sort that i would love till death kind of design. u know how u love a top/shoe/sth so much u'd keep it no matter how much it becomes tattered and torn? that's my love. but i look like a fat bitch cuz they were skinnier at the ends, made my hips looks woah huge...
if i had money i would get:
that mango belt 30bucks
that mango bangle 25bucks
that mango black funky belt 30bucks
that zara vest 75bucks <= current object of lust...
that zara jeans 99bucks, even if i look fat in it
that zara summer dress 89bucks, even tho it's huge on me
all the zara summer dresses available in XS for gina and shikai to make them happy
a pair of boots for japan
a funky leather jacket, even though it's too hot here
but i am just a poor poor girl living in this cruel world with no money and returning my Nets card to mum soon as she fears i may go bankrupt if the card stays with me any longer.
the only thing i spent money on, other than sausages, were my nails!
ProfessioNails at Marina Square sucks like fuck! even now i tink i won't complain so much bout Hollywoods Secrets by comparison.
to get airbrush nail art, need to put on acrylic nails before the airbrush is possible. waste time waste money.
i got a GUY who did my nails. plus he was foreign like vietnam/cambodia, couldn't speak in english! like 'red' or 'color' he knows la. i was like "can u show me the first color again pls?" and he smiled. and smiled. and smiled. that's it.
and i got more than what i paid for. i paid for an express manicure right? so not only my nails were painted. my fingers were painted too!
a guy will always be a guy unless u're gay. he was too impatient to be a manicurist. that's how most paint ended up at the sides of my nails. and he painted too fast there's tiny bubbles on my nails -_-
and they have this weird routine to put cuticle oil on the nails after mani to prevent smudging. so i looked like a retard walking ard with oily fingers trying not to touch anything. but i had to dig out my keys and this whole oily-fingers thing wasn't working. IT WAS DUMB.
shopping and tv and early bath and dinner with Heroes pretty much sums up the happy day.
got last paper on friday but i haven't started yet??? oops :D
tmr is chiong day! let's have a concentrated studying day tmr b4 flying to the land of the orient Japan...