Am on my bed with my laptop, listening to the 3 doors down which I bought earlier today. I think its better for me to blog alone in my room cause I can concentrate better and let thoughts flow more smoothly, without constant distractions, ranging from Durffy’s barkings, sounds from the TV or just my mum and sis making Sakak do absolutely ridiculous stunts. Peace and Quiet.
*phews*
*tIng wipes off imaginary beads of sweat from the forehead.*
Last Saturday at Cecelia’s chalet, I overheard Yv saying that she’s trying to lose weight because Francis (Yv’s ex.aka.bastard who cheated on her) said that if she becomes thinner, he’ll come back to her.
*faints*
What kind of man will actually makes this kind of ridiculous request to a gal? Its just absolutely, completely senseless.
*tIng throws her hands in the air in pure disbelief.*
Wait a miunte.. Cool down. Let’s take a step back and try to analyse this in the most logical and sensible way that we could. What the fuck is he trying to say?
Could a man ditch a gal that he loves (or so he says) just because of the few extra pounds on her body? Is the physical appearance more important than the actual inner beauty of the person? Is the saying “Looks doesn’t matter” just nothing but an urban myth? What kind of morbid city are we living in?
How many women out there in this world have spent their lives trying out every single diet, facial creams and anything and everything that claims to improve their looks?
*tIng looks around.* Even I’m guilty of that. *gasps in horror*
What’s wrong now? Cant we find true love without beauty? If that guy loves you, shouldn’t he love you and everything about you? Then why is it that we gals often get guys saying stuff about our looks or hair? I used to have this ex bf that took the task of correcting me as his personal duty. I remember, with much displeasure, that there was once when he told me the way that I walked was “
too sloppy”. And Kiat once said that I looked like an “
ah gua” (transvestite) when I carried a handbag or when I put on makeup.
*tIng raises her eyebrow and crosses her arms.*
Screw you guys. If you don’t think that I’m physically attractive or mention that I’m less than perfect, don’t even bother about coming near me. I’m supposed to be the love of your life, apple of your eyes and the
GODDESS of your universe. If you are not even worshipping the ground that I walked on, you really shouldn’t be allowed within 500km radius around me.
*grinz* I know this may sound abit egoistic, but I want to you love me for what I am. And
YES, and that includes the fats around my thighs and butt.
Gals, you are
HOT STUFF. If your guy actually dares to criticise your looks, even in the slightest manner, dump him. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Pack him in the plastic bag and throw him down the rubbish chute. The only thing you should be losing are not your fats, but the guy next to you.
loVe iS a deLuSiOn tHat OnE mAn dIffErs fRoM aNotHer.
