eh ok. i am not really done with my tirade here.
i want to discuss those who wear coloured contacts.
like green/light brown/purple/blue.
that sort of very unrealistic colours for Asians.
can i ask just WHO you are trying to fool?
and what exactly are your intentions behind looking so strange?
enlighten me.
Tuesday 25 March 2008
Monday 24 March 2008
the rules of skinny.
well. someone sure didn't fool me with his overcompensating cockiness today. he only succeeded in justifying my self-congratulatory mental note that he is a PURE beng. i was right all along. don't have anth against bengs except if you are one who tries to fool others into thinking you're really well-read, smart and you know. fluent and well-spoken. in english. so. i hope said person gets a hold of his ridiculous self-assuredness. it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to shut up this morning. imagine that. so dangerous! someone stop me. and stop him from his warped ideas of body size. He called a slim friend fat. while he's obese. and a walking joke; as sauve and macho as porky pig can be.
on the topic of obesity, i might be on to sth REALLY bitchy now so stop reading if you're really pure and innocent. and i don't care for opposing views so don't bother. if you're a friend, this DOES NOT apply to you. it's my friends-exclusion policy that applies to all of my bitch fits.
you see. i get REALLY upset when i'm flipping through magazines that feature 'plus-sized' models in their fashion spreads. a swimsuit on a 'plus-sized' model is really vulgar by my books. to me, it is a major turn-off and COMPLETELY does not justify and even discredits the piece. 'plus-sized' is a politically-correct term that disgusts me. fat is fat. don't try this oh-the-new-term-for-secretary-is-now-executive-administration-officer thing on me. i don't buy such lies.
the fact is this. skinny models are the driving force behind this huge economy that is fashion. so people should stop the whole "let's not teach our young that this is the size to be!" outcry. PLEASE. that the young are easily-influenced and impressionable is too much of a sorry excuse for every crazy teen who starves herself to death/ghastliness in the quest to be thin. i believe that models either work really hard to maintain their physique because their livelihood depends on it, or are just natural beanpoles. and well, if they are indeed eating what is barely enough for their bodies, then you can't really label them as air-heads can you? because AT LEAST they know how far they can go before the symptoms appear and people call their bluff. if teenagers (or immature adults) cannot discern, that is another issue altogether.
fashion spreads are exaggerations (NOT the equivalent of a delusion as per above.) and the body sizes featured don't necessarily translate to that of the average person we see on the road. SO WHAT. if you are that interested in seeing "the real thing", go people-watch for your very own touch-of-reality fashion spread then. and i'm sure that the majority of high fashion is not wearable anyway. haute couture, wearing neon pink, orange and yellow in one outfit, the laughable headgear and accessories etc. they are meant to be artistic expressions, a means to inspire what we wear amidst the inability to incorporate the trends wholesale into everyday wear. and thin models just make clothes look better. full-stop. the larger-sized population will simply go out and buy that SAME runway-inspired piece in a bigger size. people with poor body image just better go deal with it elsewhere and quit whining.
if people want reality so much, then let's try putting clothes on really average-looking and fat "models". If you think the pieces will STILL sell, then i am sorry to say that i do not understand your foreign thoughts. and if, better yet, you think that people will go "finally! what a refreshing change. the clothes appeal to me so much more now!", then i think you can proceed to change planet (psst. this is EARTH!). don't lie to yourself. we all know that the ONLY reason why a selection of fat models are allowed into our glossies is this: that they remain a mere fraction of the saturation of stick-thin models in the pages. fat models are a novelty, and those lobbying for them to be a norm on the catwalks and the magazines shld stop wasting their precious time and face the reality of exaggeration in an art form that only succeeds when it uses thin models as artistic devices. no other size works.
i'll ask you this. if you HAD to choose, which do you think is more attractive: fat or skinny? i know my choice. i really wouldn't rather be stretching my clothes thin. i'll rather be a walking hanger. suit yourself.
there. i feel better. now i think i can face my last 2 weeks of school. if you cannot accept my opinion, don't visit anymore.
on the topic of obesity, i might be on to sth REALLY bitchy now so stop reading if you're really pure and innocent. and i don't care for opposing views so don't bother. if you're a friend, this DOES NOT apply to you. it's my friends-exclusion policy that applies to all of my bitch fits.
you see. i get REALLY upset when i'm flipping through magazines that feature 'plus-sized' models in their fashion spreads. a swimsuit on a 'plus-sized' model is really vulgar by my books. to me, it is a major turn-off and COMPLETELY does not justify and even discredits the piece. 'plus-sized' is a politically-correct term that disgusts me. fat is fat. don't try this oh-the-new-term-for-secretary-is-now-executive-administration-officer thing on me. i don't buy such lies.
the fact is this. skinny models are the driving force behind this huge economy that is fashion. so people should stop the whole "let's not teach our young that this is the size to be!" outcry. PLEASE. that the young are easily-influenced and impressionable is too much of a sorry excuse for every crazy teen who starves herself to death/ghastliness in the quest to be thin. i believe that models either work really hard to maintain their physique because their livelihood depends on it, or are just natural beanpoles. and well, if they are indeed eating what is barely enough for their bodies, then you can't really label them as air-heads can you? because AT LEAST they know how far they can go before the symptoms appear and people call their bluff. if teenagers (or immature adults) cannot discern, that is another issue altogether.
fashion spreads are exaggerations (NOT the equivalent of a delusion as per above.) and the body sizes featured don't necessarily translate to that of the average person we see on the road. SO WHAT. if you are that interested in seeing "the real thing", go people-watch for your very own touch-of-reality fashion spread then. and i'm sure that the majority of high fashion is not wearable anyway. haute couture, wearing neon pink, orange and yellow in one outfit, the laughable headgear and accessories etc. they are meant to be artistic expressions, a means to inspire what we wear amidst the inability to incorporate the trends wholesale into everyday wear. and thin models just make clothes look better. full-stop. the larger-sized population will simply go out and buy that SAME runway-inspired piece in a bigger size. people with poor body image just better go deal with it elsewhere and quit whining.
if people want reality so much, then let's try putting clothes on really average-looking and fat "models". If you think the pieces will STILL sell, then i am sorry to say that i do not understand your foreign thoughts. and if, better yet, you think that people will go "finally! what a refreshing change. the clothes appeal to me so much more now!", then i think you can proceed to change planet (psst. this is EARTH!). don't lie to yourself. we all know that the ONLY reason why a selection of fat models are allowed into our glossies is this: that they remain a mere fraction of the saturation of stick-thin models in the pages. fat models are a novelty, and those lobbying for them to be a norm on the catwalks and the magazines shld stop wasting their precious time and face the reality of exaggeration in an art form that only succeeds when it uses thin models as artistic devices. no other size works.
i'll ask you this. if you HAD to choose, which do you think is more attractive: fat or skinny? i know my choice. i really wouldn't rather be stretching my clothes thin. i'll rather be a walking hanger. suit yourself.
there. i feel better. now i think i can face my last 2 weeks of school. if you cannot accept my opinion, don't visit anymore.
Wednesday 19 March 2008
essays are in VOGUE for spring/summer'08!
i'm currently working on my Victorian Lit. essay; i chose to do a close reading of The Adventure of The Speckled Band, a Sherlock Holmes story. the lovely thing abt literature is what you can uncover inside something that superficially looks so empty, devoid of deeper meaning. i mean, i read it (it's a short text) and although i was captured by Holmes' genius, i was wondering how i cld derive an 800-word (yes, short essay i've been told) paper from some detective fiction. but the undertones are aplenty, stereotypes of the east abound and i'm quite excited to finish formulating my work and handing it up. and then sighing to myself in delight. 2 papers down, 2 to go. let me shop to reward my progress =)
i've been trying to work on my dressing table instead of my bed cos i feel rather lazy lying on my belly all day (plus ALL my magazines are within reach so i get distracted easily). haha. but my dressing table is very distracting too. although it's not really a dressing table cos there's no mirror (it faces my bed you see. don't like mirrors facing my bed!) it's the girliest thing, complete with all my pink bottles of perfume (dior addict 2, gucci's envy me, agent provocateur's eau emotionelle, kate moss edt, sarah jessica parker's lovely and escada's ibiza hippie, just to name some of them) and my cosmetics collectibles. then all my accessories, my pink pen collection in a giant glass cup from Hard Rock London, and a figurine (not sure if it's wax) of terence and i in traditional chinese wedding garb. he had it done for me in china and it's been customized with our faces (he passed a photo of us to the sculptor). hahaha. it fascinates and amuses everyone who sees it. i'll take a pic of my dressing table some day and put it up.
i have been chastised for being materialistic. and i know some people think that abt me but don't say. i tend to buy stuff sometimes for decorative purposes (and even cos i just simply like the name; i.e. my new Clinique lippie A Dozen Roses) but i think that's ok. i mean, i know i've a tendency to just hoard and hoard even though i've already got plenty of bags/clothes/pretty stuff. but i'm a girly girl, and ok. don't believe in horoscope but librans are known to love beauty. i see colour, shine, bows, butterfly motifs, florals and i go slightly mad. haha. HAVE TO GET IT. well. i cherish very much the acquisition of knowledge now that i've found sth i really love dg, i cherish the relationships that are impt to me, i cherish my faith, and i think i have alot of compassion. and i love dogs. so i think i'm ok. call me what you like =) life's too short to hold back. life's too short to just pass over that dress you love and thereafter dwell upon and regret your decision when you see it on someone else. on someone else who doesn't do the dress any justice. hahaa! that's just me anyway.
shall excuse myself now. i have abt 650 words to go. yeeeha! have a great long weekend ahead.
i've been trying to work on my dressing table instead of my bed cos i feel rather lazy lying on my belly all day (plus ALL my magazines are within reach so i get distracted easily). haha. but my dressing table is very distracting too. although it's not really a dressing table cos there's no mirror (it faces my bed you see. don't like mirrors facing my bed!) it's the girliest thing, complete with all my pink bottles of perfume (dior addict 2, gucci's envy me, agent provocateur's eau emotionelle, kate moss edt, sarah jessica parker's lovely and escada's ibiza hippie, just to name some of them) and my cosmetics collectibles. then all my accessories, my pink pen collection in a giant glass cup from Hard Rock London, and a figurine (not sure if it's wax) of terence and i in traditional chinese wedding garb. he had it done for me in china and it's been customized with our faces (he passed a photo of us to the sculptor). hahaha. it fascinates and amuses everyone who sees it. i'll take a pic of my dressing table some day and put it up.
i have been chastised for being materialistic. and i know some people think that abt me but don't say. i tend to buy stuff sometimes for decorative purposes (and even cos i just simply like the name; i.e. my new Clinique lippie A Dozen Roses) but i think that's ok. i mean, i know i've a tendency to just hoard and hoard even though i've already got plenty of bags/clothes/pretty stuff. but i'm a girly girl, and ok. don't believe in horoscope but librans are known to love beauty. i see colour, shine, bows, butterfly motifs, florals and i go slightly mad. haha. HAVE TO GET IT. well. i cherish very much the acquisition of knowledge now that i've found sth i really love dg, i cherish the relationships that are impt to me, i cherish my faith, and i think i have alot of compassion. and i love dogs. so i think i'm ok. call me what you like =) life's too short to hold back. life's too short to just pass over that dress you love and thereafter dwell upon and regret your decision when you see it on someone else. on someone else who doesn't do the dress any justice. hahaa! that's just me anyway.
shall excuse myself now. i have abt 650 words to go. yeeeha! have a great long weekend ahead.
Thursday 13 March 2008
grumps
the weather. is unbeleeeeeevably bitchy.
i get toe cramps from curling in my toes so that they don't touch the wet surface of my flip flops.
i wonder if that is instinctive? does everyone do that or just me? pls drop me a msg telling me how you deal with this crazy big thing called rain.
i rmb back in crescent, where my friends and i resented mass runs so much that we did rain chants/dances whenever the sky was threatening, cashing in on our moment. haha. sometimes we had our wishes, but mostly not.
i don't wish for rain now.
i am gg to scream, so cover your ears for i do get really loud:
THIS IS FREAKIN' SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BRING BACK MY SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok there. i feel better. you don't know what it's like reading all the glossy mags and it's summer in aussie, uk is headed for spring (well. supposedly. but the rain is mad there too i hear), and well. guess what. i think singapore is scheduled for some sun too? yup. so i see these to-drool-for fashion spreads of bikinis, light summer dresses, shorts, flip flops, florals and get excited for? for this amazing gloominess that is real life.
oh yay. my curled up toes are currently un-curling themselves in gladness.
i get toe cramps from curling in my toes so that they don't touch the wet surface of my flip flops.
i wonder if that is instinctive? does everyone do that or just me? pls drop me a msg telling me how you deal with this crazy big thing called rain.
i rmb back in crescent, where my friends and i resented mass runs so much that we did rain chants/dances whenever the sky was threatening, cashing in on our moment. haha. sometimes we had our wishes, but mostly not.
i don't wish for rain now.
i am gg to scream, so cover your ears for i do get really loud:
THIS IS FREAKIN' SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BRING BACK MY SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok there. i feel better. you don't know what it's like reading all the glossy mags and it's summer in aussie, uk is headed for spring (well. supposedly. but the rain is mad there too i hear), and well. guess what. i think singapore is scheduled for some sun too? yup. so i see these to-drool-for fashion spreads of bikinis, light summer dresses, shorts, flip flops, florals and get excited for? for this amazing gloominess that is real life.
oh yay. my curled up toes are currently un-curling themselves in gladness.
Monday 3 March 2008
bababa. bata. boonlay. back to books.
going back to school today was tough.
I dreaded it with every fibre of my being last night.
but I'm back. back to the endless queues to get on the bus into campus. back to seeing ppl I don't like and thinking nasty thoughts in my head. hahaha. back to the crazy deadlines. back to worrying but not working on assignments till the very last minute. back to crash-reading to keep up with the schedule. back to thinking of what to wear, what I've worn and the whole I-don't-repeat-outfits mindset. back to occasional guilty bitchfits.
tk darling surprised me by fetching me from school today. =) he chased away my Monday blues on a cold, dreary, rainy day.
well, we shall press on towards the goal of getting through Year 1. then we'll have a long lazy break and return to school non-freshies. what a thought!
more clothes, please.
I dreaded it with every fibre of my being last night.
but I'm back. back to the endless queues to get on the bus into campus. back to seeing ppl I don't like and thinking nasty thoughts in my head. hahaha. back to the crazy deadlines. back to worrying but not working on assignments till the very last minute. back to crash-reading to keep up with the schedule. back to thinking of what to wear, what I've worn and the whole I-don't-repeat-outfits mindset. back to occasional guilty bitchfits.
tk darling surprised me by fetching me from school today. =) he chased away my Monday blues on a cold, dreary, rainy day.
well, we shall press on towards the goal of getting through Year 1. then we'll have a long lazy break and return to school non-freshies. what a thought!
more clothes, please.
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