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Monday, June 11, 2007

now that i've set my eyes on you, i'm gonna get you.

yes people, i'm gonna get that $175 Zara peep toe heels, even if it means that i have to wash and scrub disgusting toilet bowls to get the money. it is ABSOLUTELY gorgeoussss. okay, but even if i do get that bloody pair of expensive shoes, i seriously doubt i can even walk straight innit without falling flat on my face and making a complete utter fool out of myself. it's at least four or five inches high, you see. oh, but i saw loads of peep toe shoes at zara. and i saw this uber pointy shoe that was also four of five inches high, and i tried it on, and i was nearly limping in pain for an hour after that cuz it was just SO DARN PAINFUL TO WEAR THEM AND WALK IN THEM. now i admire my mum for loving them so much. it's just an accomplishment to even WEAR them. needless to say, if that person walks in a straight line, madonn, she's amazing. all hail that unnamed person.
i was at marina square with melissa, delphne and annabelle. and we were suppose to do research on lenny bruce for pw. but what the heck, shopping for shoes is MUCH nicer. so i bought a t-shirt that cost $19.90 (probably the only thing i can afford in the whole store without blowing my savings, which is already next to nothing now). the t-shirt's white with red sparkly words that say: "COOL vs. FREAK". i think i fall into the FREAK category.
i was raving and ranting about wanting to be a supermodel since they have EVERYTHING that i yearn for. great body, great abs, great legs, and TALL. it'll be mission impossible for me to become a supermodel. (do you think that maybe i can star in the next mi film and then get famous and get my own personal trainer to train me? *just kidding!!!*) melissa was like "duh, who wouldn't want to be a model?"
and i was like "they're mostly all anorexic. they dip scrunched up tissue balls into orange juice and eat 'em cuz it ain't as much calories as drinking a cup orange juice."
well, i think they think that a cup of diet coke has more calories than scrunched up tissue balls. but since diet coke has ZERO (i must emphasis), ZERO calories. and it contains caffeine. caffeine is addictive. be warned.
but then how am i suppose to get the sexy abs that I(with an eeeee behind to emphasis the I) want. especially when I (with the eeeees behind again) don't bother to work out. oh yes, i do plan. i did in fact. last year. but i think it's rather hopeless. i convinced myself to do 100 push-ups, 50 squats (because an hundred would simply kill me, i'll be lying on the floor and my legs are all jell-o and i can NEVER walk again. oh dear, how dreadful), 100 crunches everyday. and eat more veges. i even printed out the whole things-to-do-to-get-fit list and pasted it in the study room and in my bedroom. i think it was kinda a waste of time for me to do that. well. i managed to do half of it on the first day. and the next day, i just ignored the whole routine. a complete waste of time if you ask me.
but still, i really, really, REALLY wish for sexy abs and pretty legs. if only....
anyway, i saw kenny working in zara, and i think he looks better than he did in secondary school. so much better that i couldn't recognise him! haha. wasn't he surprise to see me there.
okay. i haven't been getting much studying done. i'm so screwed. if i want that psp from daddy, i need that fantabulous grades.
okay hilda, keep on dreaming.

does anybody ever feel this way
does anyone ever get ripped apart

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