i love this pair of 70's style shoes. but damn it. i had it bad in them today.
it sucked to have a huge blister. it sucked to stand with 4-inches in queue for 2 hours straight. it sucked to be surrounded by chinese accents all round.
BUT. it rocked to feast my eyes on a particular orange guy (hb ppl got this joke, trust me.). it rocked to overhear some guy telling his friend i am pretty hot. it rocked to see nur after so long.
i guess the pros and cons of today cancelled themselves out. so i aint complaining. it's just i am lazy to list other possibilities of both out. heeh.
it's off to the dental with braces allocation tomorrow. and i am pretty nervous/pissed/annoyed/irritated/anxious. watching old movies on foxy cleopatra didnt really help. will people think i am weird when i get them? will the pathetic little admirers (like 1?) i have reduce further? yah, i am pretty insecure and bimbotic and superficial at this point. i admit i am conventional at times and i just want myself to be prettier, not uglier. and getting braces is like taking a million steps back in both the made-up confidence and beauty ladders. i cant win, no matter how much i remind myself of the straight white pearls i'll get at the end of two years or less. sometimes, i just wanna reap without sowing. it's human nature right? okay i know, still doesn't absolve me of the taint of Slut.
regardless, thon thurs yah, lovelies?!
p/s: you are an ass, lim eu ginn! for saying:
"regarding your friendster photos, it's not your sunglasses that are big. it's that your head is small".
i will punch when we meet. but i got to say it might be true, since others look fine in my shades, so it must be the head. pfft. nevertheless.
ta-ta.
xoxo.
i am a post-lady.
i deliver painful realistic superficial to you.
excuse me while I kill myself trying to quell my paranoia over the words.
It's sick how I'm convinced there's an ulterior meaning to everything.
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