Born & raised in Manila, luckily dumped in Singapore, while in the midst of shopping I got lost due to selective amnesia & found my way into the arms of KL. AM I HOME YET? I'm back in Singapore, where nobody knows my name. I'm missing Pagan, my mafia gang and my messy room. I'm friendly, sometimes bitchy, need excitement, hate monotonous stuff. I've been hibernating for far too long. Time for some laughter :) P.S. I LOVE RICKY MARTIN!
My True Love
Saturday, June 2, 2007
VANITY PAINS - what does it take?
What's a girl to do? Don't mind my messy room...I'm in a hurry. It was an impulsive decision to get my ass out on a friday night - well sat 1 am. Geeez I only got 2 hours to party! Ok I have time to smile for you peeps... now let me tell you what it takes to somehow look human.
First off, I gotta run to the shower. Don't push you're luck, you ain't seeing this part!
Next, I gotta say "mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all?"
Putting on make up is a pain in the ass. But then again, I can't go out looking like an "Auntie", or look like an over made-up Lady Boy.
I never fail to try on several outfits to hide my fat. Why did I forget to go on a diet and exercise ugh!! While grunting to myself, I pull out one dressy outfit ... check how I look ... then change my mind ... then go try on another... by the time I decide what to wear, I'm exhausted. I need a quick shower. What pain! I need a fairy godmother to give me a model stick-figure, damn.
Ok so I finally decide what to wear .. it's about time, thank god! It's 1.45am, better late than latER. Time to P-A-R-T-Y!
But before heading out the door, one last obstacle is slapped to my face... I NEVER HAVE THE RIGHT SHOES TO WEAR!!! Aiyoooooooo!
The trick about life is to make things look simple. I wake up, go to work, have dinner with friends and then go home. Anticipating to start another adventure, I thank God that I am who I am... lost & found once in my silly KL world, now clueless in Singapore.
1 comment:
well i have the same problem babe!! that's the nature of being a wearman~
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