Dear Diary,
I had a really lousy day today. There was a chain of events that was so ridiculously annoying i felt like hanging myself by my fingernails. TOTALLY terrible. Though i tried my darndest to get over this irritation, more things kept happening so much so that even sitting down quietly, those around me could feel my ire bouncing off me in more waves than the Sunway Lagoon surf pool!!
Let me just get one thing clear right now, i'm not the type of person to sit down and go oh-woe-is-me-why-does-everything-keep-happening-to-me.. so i wasn't feeling sorry for myself.. i just really needed to blow off steam! I think the peak of my anger came when i was sitting at hartamas square with my friends and a friend who i'll name asswipe(AW) of a friend came and joined us and then proceeded to flabbergast me by not more than 30 minutes after meeting giving me the finger!! ??!?!?!?!?!?
Just typing that out gets me irritated again. I've lost the motivation to write. blegh..
to be continued.....
Friday, December 29, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Ho Ho Ho!
Dear Diary,
It's Christmas Day and guess what I'm doing.. NOTHING!!!! I'm sitting at home A-L-O-N-E and watching old DVDs. *sniff* I seem to have fallen into a funk. Day-mmn yes it's a self inflicted funk, but tis a funk nonetheless. Christmas Eve was sad. Sad Sad Sad. It has recently come to my attention that my mother's presence is the life of the party. I'm not kidding! Christmas Eve at the family's was super quiet, it so didn't feel like Christmas that we even forgot to put on Christmas Carols!
What to do what to do? I just want my mummy and daddy back. Does that make me a selfish bitch? I know they're having fun in Melbourne. What with it being their first time there and all, but they won't even be back for New Year's!! What the hell am i going to do. If you can't tell by now, i'm obviously suffering for withdrawal symptoms. Yes, from my parents. Can you imagine what's gonna happen when I need to move out? I'd probably hang myself by the toes.
Well, the inspiration to write is no more, so I'll sign off here by wishing everyone out there a very Merry Christmas. Hope it was better than mine..
Show me the love,
Jess Rabbit
It's Christmas Day and guess what I'm doing.. NOTHING!!!! I'm sitting at home A-L-O-N-E and watching old DVDs. *sniff* I seem to have fallen into a funk. Day-mmn yes it's a self inflicted funk, but tis a funk nonetheless. Christmas Eve was sad. Sad Sad Sad. It has recently come to my attention that my mother's presence is the life of the party. I'm not kidding! Christmas Eve at the family's was super quiet, it so didn't feel like Christmas that we even forgot to put on Christmas Carols!
What to do what to do? I just want my mummy and daddy back. Does that make me a selfish bitch? I know they're having fun in Melbourne. What with it being their first time there and all, but they won't even be back for New Year's!! What the hell am i going to do. If you can't tell by now, i'm obviously suffering for withdrawal symptoms. Yes, from my parents. Can you imagine what's gonna happen when I need to move out? I'd probably hang myself by the toes.
Well, the inspiration to write is no more, so I'll sign off here by wishing everyone out there a very Merry Christmas. Hope it was better than mine..
Show me the love,
Jess Rabbit
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
What is beauty?
After seeing joe's blog/video with that absolutely average looking girl being 'transformed' almost literally from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan, i've started questioning my perception of beauty. Well screw my perception, but society's perception at large.After many many years, almost decades actually, our demands of models are slowly moving away from the heroin-chic thin to slightly (and i use the term quite loosely) more meaty. Some models nowadays actually have *gasp* an almost microscopic tummy! Shockers, call the cops.
What is beauty? Dictionary.com defines beauty as the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).Some scientists say that a beautiful face is a symmetrical one. Damn, that means by these scientists standards, i'm as ugly as a dog, bugger.
Okay i'm not going to be hypocritical and say that i think people who admire beauty are idiots because I for one cannot take my eyes off a beautiful face, male or female. But to set in motion a series of actions just to conform to society's standard of beauty? Now that's another story altogether.For example, there is a plethora of celebrity pictures out there of hilary duff then and now, of lindsay lohan then and now, of nicole ritchie then and now and the list is virtually endless. There is no conclusive evidence that they used medical methods (gastric bypass surgery, plastic surgery etc) to change their looks, i mean it could just be good old fashion bulimia and anorexic, yeah, it could also be that i'm the queen of the world and am just biding my time blogging before i take a more active control in ruling.
Don't get me wrong, i'm not slamming these girls, but a society in general that 'forces' young girls growing up to adjust their perceptions on beauty. Thus opening the floodgates for self-esteem issues, suicides, and general isolation from the world. I mean, COME ON ALREADY! Yeah you're not as beautiful as Angelina Jolie, so what? someone out will think you are. So you're not a perfect size 6, who gives a rats ass? That just means that you love good food and if you're comfortable carrying the undeniable extra weight who cares what anyone else thinks!!
Personally, I used to be a perfect size six, my figure was something alas i will never regain to this day. As I aged, so did my metabolic rate and from eating and never gaining, i ate and gained a ton. So now when i see people who haven't seen me for awhile i'm quite accustomed to "Wah, you've put on so much weight already. What happened to you?" What the fuck does it look happened to me? I gained weight, throw a party, declare a holiday. Its not the end of the world.
I've put on weight, i've struggled to accept that i will have to throw away my beautiful skinny clothes, but guess what, I LIVED! I survived, and i'm happy with who I am. Putting on the pounds gave me something being skinny couldn't, i have an ass, and believe me, from having no ass to having a little one, is a refreshing change.
Don't let what society perceives to be beauty daunt you from going out into the world, remember that beauty fades. You are beautiful, in your own way (isn't that a song). You are beautiful to your mother, who took 10 hours to bring you into world. You are beautiful to your father who is already figuring out where to buy a shotgun to keep the boys away. You are beautiful to your friends who don't really care how you look but who you are. And you are beautiful to me.
Be Bold. Be Beautiful. Be You.
What is beauty? Dictionary.com defines beauty as the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).Some scientists say that a beautiful face is a symmetrical one. Damn, that means by these scientists standards, i'm as ugly as a dog, bugger.
Okay i'm not going to be hypocritical and say that i think people who admire beauty are idiots because I for one cannot take my eyes off a beautiful face, male or female. But to set in motion a series of actions just to conform to society's standard of beauty? Now that's another story altogether.For example, there is a plethora of celebrity pictures out there of hilary duff then and now, of lindsay lohan then and now, of nicole ritchie then and now and the list is virtually endless. There is no conclusive evidence that they used medical methods (gastric bypass surgery, plastic surgery etc) to change their looks, i mean it could just be good old fashion bulimia and anorexic, yeah, it could also be that i'm the queen of the world and am just biding my time blogging before i take a more active control in ruling.
Don't get me wrong, i'm not slamming these girls, but a society in general that 'forces' young girls growing up to adjust their perceptions on beauty. Thus opening the floodgates for self-esteem issues, suicides, and general isolation from the world. I mean, COME ON ALREADY! Yeah you're not as beautiful as Angelina Jolie, so what? someone out will think you are. So you're not a perfect size 6, who gives a rats ass? That just means that you love good food and if you're comfortable carrying the undeniable extra weight who cares what anyone else thinks!!
Personally, I used to be a perfect size six, my figure was something alas i will never regain to this day. As I aged, so did my metabolic rate and from eating and never gaining, i ate and gained a ton. So now when i see people who haven't seen me for awhile i'm quite accustomed to "Wah, you've put on so much weight already. What happened to you?" What the fuck does it look happened to me? I gained weight, throw a party, declare a holiday. Its not the end of the world.
I've put on weight, i've struggled to accept that i will have to throw away my beautiful skinny clothes, but guess what, I LIVED! I survived, and i'm happy with who I am. Putting on the pounds gave me something being skinny couldn't, i have an ass, and believe me, from having no ass to having a little one, is a refreshing change.
Don't let what society perceives to be beauty daunt you from going out into the world, remember that beauty fades. You are beautiful, in your own way (isn't that a song). You are beautiful to your mother, who took 10 hours to bring you into world. You are beautiful to your father who is already figuring out where to buy a shotgun to keep the boys away. You are beautiful to your friends who don't really care how you look but who you are. And you are beautiful to me.
Be Bold. Be Beautiful. Be You.
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