ZOMG NAKED CHICK!

Warning: Nudity ahead! (I would think this would compel you to read even more, instead of deterring you ~__~)

Yea, so I've been seeing a lot of this naked girl lately. On facebook, that is. The link to her picture and profile is spreading like wildfire - on my news feed, at least. Maybe I know lots of perverts?

A dota friend who I haven't spoken to in forever (we had an argument over dota, har har har) suddenly messaged me enthusiastically and gave me the link to the picture, promising me that I would laugh when I saw it.

And it's coming up soon, so leave now if you don't wanna see it...

Here you go, horndogs! Picture of the facebook naked asian chick:

I'm sorry to let you down la, but I didn't find it particularly funny or erotic.

I mean, I'm a girl. I shower. I see a naked female body every single day of my life. So seeing another naked girl on facebook is kinda meh. (My dota buddy's just a little boy though, I'm sure things like these are like teddy bears raining down from heaven into an orphan's hands for him.)

Anyway, the girl's body is fine, average boobs, relatively flat tummy, slim arms and legs. I'd say she looks something like what I see in my bathroom mirror everyday, but with nicer arms.

Oh shit, did I just let you picture me naked? I'm kidding! Ah whatever, it's just another portrait in the library of porn stored in your teenage minds.

But anyhow, the picture showed up on my news feed again, with guys going googly-eyed and girls being bitchy in general.

Hmm. It's funny how the girls who are bitching about the naked chick's small boobs being too small - 'so small show what show ah? So proud meh?' - are flat-chested.

HAHAHA. What are you talking about? I say that I'm flat-chested, but if mine is flat yours must be damn well concave, girl!*

Boxed in blue is the girl who made the offending comment.

I'm a girl and I think her (naked chick's) boobs are a fine size for her body - any bigger and they'd start to sag without a bra. 


EH BLUE YOU JEALOUS IS IT? 

No, I'm not condoning posting naked piccies of yourself or anyone else on facebook - or anywhere else, for that matter.

But to Blue: Your breasts aren't show-off worthy and though the girl was very lewd by posting those pics up, why must you bitch about the size of her breasts?

I mean, go ahead, preach away in that righteous tone about obscenity and your body is a temple blablabla. (I heard a joke: Why do they tell us girls that our body is a temnple? I sure as hell wouldn't want a guy coming in me and praying.)

Bitching about how immoral/obscene she is, then it's understandable la. We're all saints who commit absolutely no sin after all, right?

But come on, bitching about how another girl's boobs is small when you DON'T HAVE any just smacks of jealousy, doesn't it?

It's like not being able to sing in tune, but say Lady Gaga sucks cause she has no 'vocal range.'

Or having stick figures as the only evidence of your drawing skills but criticizing some aspiring artist on deviantart.

Or being so ugly that you don't even dare to post your real picture on facebook, yet constantly telling other people how ugly their hair/nose/legs/etc are.

I don't know la, we humans aren't all sugar and spice, but this is too much laaaaa. Come on.

(another girl on the same post)

So, if I have DD cup boobs, that means I'm allowed to post them on facebook for all to see? :o

Hell, let's grant ALL big-breasted girls the right to walk around naked! Even if they are obese and their tummies are big as big as their breasts, yes, please walk around stark naked because your boobs are big enough to be worthy of public display!

Ridiculous.

*Yea, I didn't censor the picture cause I'm lazy and you can't see her face head on anyway. (Profile ftw, especially to show chest size.) Don't be offended if you don't know her - censorship is to protect anonymity and if you can't recognise this girl as your friend, you can't say anything. :D AND it was readily available to the public (me) on facebook, so if you want me to take this down, ask her to take hers down first. :)


Long p.s. You can't have naturally big and perky boobs, guys. You either get them:


1. small and perky
2. big and saggy or
3. big, perky and plastic


(of course, there are those of the small yet saggy variety, but they're just too unfortunate to mention *sadface* oops I just did)


Anyway guys should all stop commenting about wanting a skinny girlfriend with big boobs unless you have 6-pack abs and an 8-inch dick, kthx <3

You are all fucking fat

FINE LA. Fat ass obese people.

Keep saying so fat so fat omg I'm getting fatter and fatter. FINE. YOU WIN. YOU ARE A FUCKING FAT ASS.

So. I was joking around today. I noticed I had grey crecents on the white of my eyes. Being worried, I googled the symptoms and came up with 2 conclusions:

1. Pigmentation. I have new moles on my eyes. (Yes I already have several small ones, the opthalmologist tells me.)

2. Build up of fat in my eyes. An indication of high cholesterol - which I have, according to my last 2 blood tests.

I joked on facebook that I've gained weight - I now have fat eyes!

And boohoo, suddenly I'm such an irritating person, mocking everyone's fatness and showing off how gorgeously skinny I am!

Yea yea you all wanna be skinny like me is it?

Doesn't it even bother you slightly that I'm 173.5 cm tall and weigh around 46 kg?

There was another chart given out in PE class in secondary that had an extra class...my BMI was classified under 'starvation - seek medical attention.'

This is the size of my arm:

It's not even 3 fucking cm wide. And do you see that bone popping out? It's disgusting, but it's been like this since I was 7. My 4 year old niece has bigger arms than me.

I know, you all say JUST EAT LA, so hard meh? Well for one, I do not enjoy food. I am not anorexic by far, but I definitely eat to live, not live to eat.

Most food tastes bland to me. The only thing I adore are candy, chocolates and anything sweet. Basically kiddie food. French fries and all that high-cholesterol junk.

Even though I don't enjoy 'proper' meals, I still take them - lunch, dinner and supper. Unless the food is REALLY delicious to me - which is rare - for me having meals is like a kid eating an endless plate of veggies. It's disgusting and it never seems to end, but I eat it anyway because it's good for me.

For you 'fatties' I can say just stop eating la, fucking easy to solve. Talk talk complain complain just stop fucking eating la. You say no...obesity is a disease, I didn't choose to have it. Or 'I love food too much it's too hard to control!'

Well, sucks for you. You hate NOT eating and I hate eating. Fair enough?

Or you say oh noooo my metabolic rate is too low, it's not my fault I'm fat - I just can't digest my food well! Well, I eat so much bloody candy and greasy food and I can't put on any weight either.

Blame my super metabolism also la!

So how come it's okay for you to whine about how 'fat' you've gotten, and when I joke about having 'fat eyes' you immediately take offence?

And you know what the fucking joke is?

This is the person who said he wished 'some day he could stand up and walk around freely':

WAAAAAA HOU FAT ARRRRRRR! FUCKING OBESE RIGHT?

Look at the size of his arm! TREE TRUNK ZOMGS.

Please la. If that is fat I'll run naked along Swanston Street tomorrow. Yes, it is winter here.

And another girl who said she envied how skinny I am:

Wtf? Her thighs are as skinny or even skinnier than mine! How can you consider that even remotely fat?

EXPLAIN THIS TO ME -

Why can normal sized people complain they are fat, while skinny people can't complain they are skinny?

You get pitied when you are LYING, but I get flamed when I am making a valid statement.

Where is the logic in this?

Fucking double standards. When you're 'fat,' most people have the tact to not say, WAAA LEI HOU FEI JOR AH! (Most people la, if your friend is tactless, sucks for you.)

But for me? No such thing. ARE YOU ANOREXIC? YOU DON'T EAT ONE AR? GO EAT SOMETHING LA, SO SKINNY NOT NICE.

During CNY reunions:

"Lei gam sao jor ah? Sek dor dit yeh la! Gam yang sao mm leng la!"

 (You're so skinny already! Eat more la! This skinny not nice la!)

Something like that la. My cantonese isn't that good, but as long as you can understand. -.-

And good lord, since Form 1 I have been taunted about my boobs - or lack of boobs. Airplane runway, flattie etcetc.

But do I get pissed off? No. I used to get slightly upset, but not any more. I just take it in good humour. Sure, I have A cup boobs but it's not the end of the world.

So don't make it out like I'm the ideal size to be, cause I'm not. It's not healthy and I acknowledge that.

That's why I have been trying to eat more. However, I have failed so far and if I post my disappointment on facebook it is not to mock you 'fat' people. I'm disappointed, so I say so.

You think you're fat, you post it on facebook. Do I flame you for complaining you're fat while you're my ideal size? No.

So please have the courtesy to do the same and respect that everyone has their own image issues, and we have the right to post it on facebook if we want to. Facebook is a narcissist's heaven after all - do you expect to read philosophical posts there?

No! Everyone is an attention seeker in some way or other, looking to share their feelings and describe every bloody minute of their lives to everyone else, whether they like it or not.

My only gripe here is not about fat people complaining they're fat. It's the SKINNY people complaining they're fat, but flaming me for 'rubbing it in their faces' when I say that I can't put on weight.

Bloody bullshit, if you ask me.

Btw, I'm not saying these people that I used as examples are horrible people. I'm just annoyed at their comments. Well, just the guy this time, but it happens more often than you think, not necessarily in facebook.


And yes, I get that he may be jesting, but it is still annoying that there seems to be a double standard going on.

O hai. Say hello to red-haired chick.

My mom is going to streak my hair with red today. I'd say highlight, but most people seem to perceive highlighting as streaking 80% of your hair orangeybrowneyblonde whereas I'm going for the opposite effect.

I wanted bold, thick purple blocks of hair...or maybe just a simple, bold stripe down one side. I never really fancied those highlight jobs where they comb a whole mound of gunk into your hair and call it a day. (Glorified dye job ~__~)

However, the only purple I could find (from the one and only shop I visited, yea yea lazy bum) was those auntie-purples which are actually pinkish-maroon and look like the back of your throat.

I wanted Hitgirl purple!

*___* I haven't watched Kickass yet but I fell in love with her hair - it's what I've always wanted! T__T In streaks though, I sincerely doubt I could carry off a whole head of violet. I bought extensions before but there were numerous problems with this:

1. They are ramrod straight and my hair is wavy. I don't style my hair so it looks retarded. Like spaghetti trying to blend in with the maggi crowd.

2. The only extensions I could find that are violet are all synthetic hair, so they feel plasticky AND they tangle like fucking thread! I didn't know this - I found out when I ran a comb violently through my hair and ripped out one of my extensions. -.- What's worse is that it was the glue-on kind, not a clip-on, so it left a chunk of glue on my hair that felt like hardened snot. ARGH.

3. Maybe I just suck, but I couldn't wash my scalp properly! The extensions were perhaps 2cm away from the roots so I could just get my fingers under them but I couldn't move around to scrub my scalp else I'd loosen them/rip them out.

4. The salon did a shitty job with hiding the part where they attached it. You could see GLUE on my head like someone hurled a spitball and magically transformed my black hair into scraggly violet streaks.

5. Some of them spontaneously fell off after being loosened by multiple attempted scalp scrubbings in the shower. OMG hello embarassment!

I am so traumatized by the whole hair extension experience that I never did get round to using the other 10 violet strands that I had left. If you want them, let me know o.o

Later on, I had 2 failed DIY dye jobs.

Now, I am a complete style (hair/makeup/clothes) n00b, so please don't cramp yourself laughing when I tell you that I tried dying my black hair red without prior bleaching.

-___-

(Har har Yi Ling tried this too suckah :X)

That was the first time, courtesy of a box of Schwarzkopf temporary hair colour, a plastic bag draped around my shoulders and Amanda's help.

The SECOND time was in Penang with my cousin and mom. Cousin and mom both dyed their hair brown, whereas she bought purple for me.

I wasn't so sure if she bought violet, cause it was those professional' dye boxes that have a stamped on number instead of a pic/colour swatch.

Ffs, if you're so professional, you could at least afford to have customized boxes for every colour instead mass producing them and then stamping on codes that have to be deciphered with a swatch book.

What if you stamp on the wrong number and a whole batch of auntie brown gets mixed up with anime grey? Then you'd get a whole bunch of angry aunties who think the dye is not working (cause their hair is already grey HAHA) and a whole bunch of lalas who also think the dye is not working (cause their hair is already brown DOUBLE HAHA!)

But whatever. I digress (as usual) and back to the story - It didn't work.

Yay! A summary!

Basically my cousin mixed 12% bleach (apparently 4 times the regular amount - I have no idea) WITH the hair dye and let me sit with foil sticking out of my head for 2 hours (double the recommended time - I also don't know) and when I eagerly peeled it off, hands trembling with anticipation - voila! It was BLACK!

-_______________________________________-

So this is my THIRD try, and hopefully we do EVERYTHING right. I bought from my cousin's regular shop with has NO violet (so I decided on red) so THANK GOD it didn't work the last time or I'd have AUNTIE-PURPLE hair. HELL NOOOOOO!

Mom's gone out to buy the foil and I'm sitting here with clean, dry hair, raring to go. Go go go!

On another note, I've started playing CS again and MAN I SUCK BALLS.

My AK is like a fucking popcorn machine! Everytime I shoot a bullet I startle myself a little with the recoil. My god -.-

Same with m4, however mild the recoil is in comparison.

However, I did a 1v3 in awp_india last night and came out with 180 - 80.

Haha, maybe they're just noobs/lagging/whatever but feels pretty nice anyhow.

Alrights, gonna play CS while waiting for mom to come home and murder my hair. Goodbyeeeeeee : )

Boobalicious

I have always had small boobs. On a bad day I'd feel really self-conscious and feel very un-feminine. On a good day I'd love them and tell myself that big boobs would look extremely out of place on my skinny body.

Was reading a chick blog called 'The Boobs' and wow. There were LOTS of great boobage on display and I started feeling small (haha punny) and inadequate again.

However, I read on and discovered that they don't only appreciate voluptuous girls but also those flat-chesties like me. One of the readers posted up a familiar link that I've visited before a long time ago but completely forgotten about.

And there are pages upon pages of normal boobs.

I've always read in magazines that yes, boobs do come in all shapes, sizes, and colours - but that contradicted with their gorgeous boobalicious models on the cover and it just came off as a half-arsed attempt to make some readers feel better.

I looked at the website again, and suddenly I feel a great rush of affection towards my boobs (god I sound like a freak -.-) and you know what? I love them.

They aren't big and juicy but on the bright side, they don't sag at all and despite a being different in size, they are pretty balanced and I don't have areola the size of salted biscuits. Not that having big areolae is a bad thing, but I think that would look disproportionate with my small boobs.

And yes, my boyfriend loves my boobs too. Of course, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if they were a bit bigger, but he tells me he appreciates them all the same. And since, he, I, a bra fitter, my mom and a gynaecologist are probably the only people who are ever going to see me topless, (unless I get really drunk and skinny dip) all your opinions are irrelevant.

It's just that when I came here, there were so many girls with great boobs and could wear all types of tops - singlets, bikinis, v-necks, boob tubes and whatnot...I was perpetually stuck wearing t-shirts that covered up my shoulders (damn my bony frame! )

But really, I shouldn't be surprised because the people here are generally bigger (Aus is the 2nd most obese country after US) and although I'm not saying they're all fat and ogrelike, they have more flesh, and naturally, bigger boobs.

Also, some of my girl friends do remark about the tragedy of being flat-chested and how big boobs always win just made me feel even worse about myself. When I asked Amanda to think what other tops I could wear besides t-shirts, she just stoned, smiled slightly and looked away. My mom bought me a gorgeous strapless maxi dress. I put it on, and when I lifted my arms up, they promptly slid down and almost fell off.

It's little incidents like these that have taken a serious toll on my self-esteem. I remember the time when I used to be all: 'this is the way I am and if you don't like it, fuck you!'

I don't know when I started caring so much about what people say.

I read the stories that accompanied each picture on the boob site, and some were encouraging while others just made me feel so sad.

One girl with these perfect boobs (like perky B cup - the way I want mine to be) said she felt they were too small and were hideous. Her self-esteem issues were so bad that she never had a boyfriend because the idea of anyone ever seeing her naked was terrifying.

And this comes from a girl whose boobs I so desperately wanted!

People aren't happy with what they have. I read on through and saw girls with huge boobs who wanted reductions, tiny boobed-girls who took the Pill just to be more womanly. (Which I HAVE seriously considered, but wasn't prepared to deal with the side-effects.)

Some of them had boobs that I didn't like - saggy and drooping, with areolae that covered the entire pointy part of their boobs...but they loved them. I guess it's just how you perceive your body. Other people may not like them, but the most important view is yours.

If you love them, fuck what other people think. Especially guys who say they only love big-boobed girls. If you whip out your 9-inch pornstar dick and 6-pack abs and flex your model biceps while telling me this, then okay fine. But otherwise I'm pretty sure you aren't what other girls have in mind either. And I'm not saying that guys are the only one's who discriminate...girls are just as guilty of this too.

In fact, I think girls have hurt my feelings more than guys have ever done. ( Not intentionally, I hope. If so, then suck mah ballzz pls)

But the point is, you should just appreciate who you are. Thanks to the media, we are bombarded daily by perfectly round, perky big boobs and we forget that not all of us are graced with good genes/are photoshopped.

I'm thin. I have A cup boobs (which fluctuate from AA to almost B depending on the time of month) and they're fine, thank you.

I would never consider having those hideous pornstar implants - I would like to breastfeed my children and not be numb in the chest, thanks. I'd still like to gain some weight because I'm really unhealthy but otherwise...

As for those girls with huge boobs, flaunt them when you can. Be glad you have them. They may be huge and ache and maybe you can't wear bikini tops, but be thankful that you can wear feminine dresses and tops without unintentionally flashing the crowd when you lift up your arms.

As for flatties like me, be happy you can run around without having gravity fucking around with your chest. You don't have to wear a bra and you won't sag. You won't experience those backaches that big-breasted women sometimes experience, and although we can't wear strapless tops, we don't have to worry about boobs popping out of bikini tops anytime.

Love your boobies!

This is a community service message brought to you by your friendly almost-completely-flat blogger.

And here's the link again, in case you didn't click it earlier and are lazy to scroll up: Normal Breasts Gallery

Good night

p.s. Cotton On size 8A bras are half the price of larger-sized bras during a sale (5$ as opposed to 10$). HAHA. I don't find it insulting that we're not of 'common stock,' but awesome that I get to save my money ^__^

Ulzzang

If I had to choose a plastic surgery procedure to undergo, it would be rhinoplasty.

Today was the first time I came across the word 'ulzzang.' I discovered it was not pronounced 'oolzang' but 'ohl-jang.'

It means 'perfect face' in Korean. And to them, the perfect face has bug (typo but it stays) eyes, small nose and a small asymmetrical mouth.

This seems to be the look that most Asian girls are going after. I used to call it the 'lala' look, but now it has a name!

So, I decided that by having rhinoplasty, I'd shave down this big lump of a nose down to those cute tiny skislope noses that these Ulzzang seem to desire.

Then I'd have the 'perfect face!'

And after years of fretting about how ugly my tiny lopsided lips are, I now find out that this is exactly what these Ulzzang want to achieve. It makes me feel bad in a way that I've been worrying about something that so many girls wish for.

Eureka moment: OHHHH that's why they always make those silly duck lips and scrunched-up pouty faces when they camwhore!

Now I can be lala just by looking straight into the camera and not making any faces! Yippee!

I spent more than an hour watching videos on Ulzzang makeup and looking at before and after pics of these girls.

And now I am not sure what to make of lala-ism. Some of these girls look amazing and really know what they're doing. But some of them...really cannot make it.

I think to achieve a look, you must possess some of its qualities already. I mean, if you're hideous, it's really hard to act sexy without 3p|c ph4i|ing.

Makeup can only do so much...though I must admit I've seen some miraculous tranformations. o_O

It's not only makeup though...I find that lots of girls hide their noses by pushing up the contrast of the photo so much that they DON'T have noses - only big round eyes and tiny pouty lips on a plain white canvas.

Great for hiding pimples too.

Alternatively, you can hide big/misshapen/ugly noses by doing this:

I'm sure lots of girls already know these beautifying techniques. Camera angle, lighting, makeup, poses...the whole works.

I've heard about them too, but I've never really tried any of them or cared much about them...until tonight.

I've always thought of makeup as faking it...trying to pass yourself off as someone prettier. I wasn't really against it, but I was never all for it either.

But tonight...tonight...I finally see! I see what makeup can do. And I condone it. I mean, if you are so unlucky to be born hideous, but are blessed with the gift of putting on makeup beautifully...why not?

I mean, I don't know about you, but even though she's still not gorgeous, I'd rather look at this girl in the after picture than in the before picture.

O_O

I'd rather be all made up and not-that-pretty than straight out plain ugly. Yes, you may say that choosing to go out with a naked face means being 'true' to yourself and 'appreciating' what you have, but I don't see what's wrong in trying to make yourself look better if you can and if you want to.

I mean, I've never bothered to do my hair and face and put on nice clothes, but that doesn't mean I don't want to. I'm just too lazy.

But one fine day, when I have the time (4 hours for facehairnailsclothes) and money for all the thingamajigs and nice clothes, I'd like to play dress up too.

Not necessarily in the Ulzzang/lala style, but you know, dolling up in general.

(And though I now am on the positive side of lala makeup, I am still firmly against lala clothing. They're hideous!)

As for coloured contacts to brighten up and enlarge your eyes, I think it's really important to choose a colour that matches your makeup and skin tone. I still think those translucent ones are creepy and really ugly on the wrong person.

I mean it's one thing to look like this:

(Obviously photoshopped but still looks okay)

And another to look like this:

D:

But anyway, as of now, I'm still too bloody lazy to bother about all these stuff, though I'd dearly like to meddle with makeup someday. So I guess I don't have to worry about making any fashion faux pas yet.

I'm happy with the way I look, though I know I probably should dress myself better - I'm just too lazy in the mornings. It's hard enough dragging myself out of bed as it is! I really don't know how some of these girls can wake up a couple of hours earlier just to do their hair and makeup and pick out their outfit.

-____-

Oh, and I watched this cute and pimply but very likeable teenage girl cutting her bangs and had to impulse to give mine a trim too. It grew past my eyes again and were bothering me so I snipped away at the sink.

I am proud to say that I have greatly improved my haircutting practices and did not shear off my entire fringe like I did when I was in kindergarten (and had to wear a headband for more than month until it grew out - kids asked me if I hurt my head and so had to bandage it.)

Hmm...maybe I should dabble more in makeup when I go back to Malaysia. I have all the time in the world then after all - and a fat Aussie dollar paycheck to boot. (HEH HEH HEH.)

I really want to do something about my hair, but I'm too traumatized from past salon disasters and I'm afraid they will murder my hair. Irreparably iron-straight orange hair is...I don't even want to think about it -___-

This is an example of super-straightened hair:

Actually, it's not that bad cause it looks shiny and healthy. I'm more terrified of the ugly, semi-burnt and dry looking hair that most girls have after straightening it at a (presumably cheap/bad) salon. But I'd still like mine to have some bounce and life in it.

Was thinking about investing in a straightener and some heat-protective serum and DIY it at home. At least I can still wash it out if I don't like it :) Might be more ma fan though. But at least I know I'm never going to iron it ramrod straight - I just wanna smoothen out the kinks in my hair. :/

I love hair like this! Don't know who the girl is (looks familiar though) but I want hair like that. :(

Okay, I don't know how I got from me rediscovering the lala look to talking about self-improvement.

:S

Nevermind, I'm just going to end this post with 'I like my bangs' and 'I'm willing to experiment, but I'll never lalafy myself! EVER!'

Happysteph

:D

Just had the best two weeks of my life ^___^

I guess you'll never know if you're a pro- or anti-PDA couple until, well, it happens. And yessss, some of my friends, family and several unlucky members of the public were witnesses to Sam's and my shamelessness.

Hwahwahwa. I saw him for 15/16 days that I was back in Msia. The one day was mommy-daughter bonding day when we went to get our hair cut. o_O

Thanks to all my kawans and family who made my 2 weeks a very fun and special holiday. :D Thanks for all the people who showed up for my belated 18th birthday party; whether you brought presents or not was irrelevant, your presence means so much to me.

See, I've became sappy lala chick.

But funny thing is I don't give a damn.

I was squirming around spread-eagle on the Sunway Pyramid ice skating rink attempting to make ice-and-water angels and all I felt was glee and happiness.

So much that people didn't even feel sorry or embarassed for my wipeout. They were laughing - and laughing WITH me, not AT me cause I was guffawing unabashedly the whole day. o_O

Hehehehhahaha. Not to mention I was wearing super-lala over-the-knee socks that I bought on a whim while shopping with Amanda. It was intended to be sleep socks for winter but mom saw it and made me wear it to go ice skating.

Needless to say, even the lalas were staring at me cause I definitely out-lala-ed them, if that makes any sense. XD

Funny thing is I can look like a total bimbolala now and it doesn't bother me at all. People can say and think what they want about me, but I know Sam would love me even if I were wearing granny undies so I don't give a shit anyway. :D

And mom and some kawans are so happy that I'm finally becoming more feminine - tying my hair, wearing skirts and short shorts. Shopping for 4 inch heels and earrings etc.

Some people scoff and say I'm doing this all for my boyfriend. Oh noooo I'm not doing it FOR him. I'm doing it BECAUSE of him.

Confused?

Simply put, I used to refuse to dress myself up nicely to impress a guy. I want that person to know and love me for who I am.

After going out with Sam on numerous occassions in my pajama tee and 3-day-old greasy hair and pimples, I can now dress up and take care of my appearance without fear of judgment.

:o Makes sense?

Maybe not, but I am finally secure with myself. Yi Ling can roll her eyeballs and brand me a lala now, but the fact is that I know what I'm capable of and most importantly, you don't have to look gorgeous to be attractive.

And for that, thank you dear boyfriend. :D

Since I was young, I never believed in dressing up to impress people (unless they're your boss.) If a guy never noticed you before, but notices you after a facial, haircut, makeup, wardrobe makeover and numerous personality tweaks, would you be happy with yourself?

I don't know about you, but I would feel horrible that people can't accept me for who I am, and only deign to take notice of me when I conform to the stereotype they like.

Nom. I can wear miniskirts and tube tops and don't give a fuck to all the naysayers out there. Don't like my collarbones? Don't look at them. My boobs not big enough for you? Grow some of your own and squeeze them la. Not my problem right?

Bwahaha. I am now in a happy place mentally, although I feel a bit emo now that I'm back in Melbourne and my Sammy is 7000 kms apart once again.

Leaving him physically is like going back to where we started from - chatting and webcamming online. I find something comforting in that, though I wish I could hold his hand and sit next to him all the time. :)

But it helps.

I love glowing. :D Strangers flirt with me in public and I find that a whole new experience that is very flattering. However, I find old men and uncles very creepy when they're eyeballing me.

You could say I'm age-ist. :)

There was this old man sitting opposite me and my boyfriend on the way home one night and he was just staring and staring so I looked away. Later Sam told me that they had some silent male altercation that I didn't notice.

Hamsup old man was staring at my bare legs, so Sam reached his hand down and caught his wandering eye and snapped for attention. They glared at each other...and the old man FLEXED HIS BICEPS.

LOLOLOLOL. SKIN AND BONE!

*flex flex*

Wah I damn scared omg O_O

Abuthen Sam is also a skinny bitch so if it came down to a fight I guess it's up to me to kick the old man in the testicular region. :)

Tomorrow is the second day of my second semester in uni. I have to wake up early to go to Vicmart to buy a dragonfruit. :/

And I'm still slightly groggy from the flight - couldn't sleep solidly.

So good night. :D