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Monday, October 19, 2009 @ 11:29 PM
Monday Mania
I woke up this morning feeling damn demoralized.
I am/feel uber FAT.
You know, at times when I log in to blogger, I sort of always have an idea of what to type or at the very least, have something to bitch and rant about...
But today, I feel lethargic.
My health is deteriorating. I fall sick easily. My complexion sucks which means my make up skill is getting better. Um, but still, envy me because I have never used a concealer. My make up pouch consists of the very basics - Bodyshop's Mineral Makeup Foundation, Chanel's Noir Eye Pencil and Paul&Joe's lipstick in nude. I skip on the blusher.
YES. THAT'S IT! And if it's like a night out to the club or any dressy functions, I'll prolly accentuate my eyes. You know, line the black kohl at the lower lid and top it up with mascara. I never liked falsies and seldom use eye shadow. I've not found the best eye shadow pallet yet but Alexander Wang's Fall 09 Maquillage X Make up collection* is near what I call perfection. Still, given that it's pretty expensive and that I don't often use eye color, I'd reckon it's not worth spending much moolahs on.
I think or should I say - I am getting lazy. When I first started working at the bank, I'd have make up on everyday, and go to work dilligently in heels. Now, it's just Olay Moisturizer and baby powder on my face, awfully ugly work clothes with my usual tinge of Marc Jacob's Daisy on the wrists and off to work. I have NO PATIENCE to dress up, NO MOOD to look pretty on a boring work day and NO PRETTY FACE anyway. I know right. I kind of just gave up home on proper grooming. In fact, my theory is that I look better when I am in a relationship (p/s: don't give me the B.S on me still looking fine and all because I know for the very fact that I look better a year ago than today)
It's been a year with the bank and I am still oh-so-fat. My stupid weight fluctuates like the stock market and I am pretty much sick and tired of rambling on about how I detest my figure and how my complains are always "NO ACTION, TALK ONLY". What a big fat procrastinator I have turned into! I smashed my own self esteem and now I blame it on pure laziness?
Who ever invented the word LAZINESS anyway??!!
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p/s : If I don't lose a bag of rice(10kg) by december this year, I can forget about my 'a quarter century' birthday bash.
p/p/s : If I still don't lose that bag of rice(10kg), mum threatened on a BIG NO to AUSSIE!
