I’ll start this post off by saying fuck the world and all it’s ludicrous trends, fuck my ceastless back ache and fuck my finger nails which i cut too short and now hurt like a botch on crack Secondly, Merry Christmas! Hope you had fun! Here in Malaysia it doesn’t snow, the populations just doesn’t wash their hair enough ergo the amazing amount of Dandruff piling up - let’s make snowmen! Thirdly, if I’m too shitfaced around New Years to post anything, Happy New Years! If you’re not wasted by 12, the night is!

Okey doke. Christmas was alright for me, lots happened but it was a quiet day nonetheless. I will not go into details because none of you are interested in it, down brown nose me, children - IT DUN WORK. And the thing about this rainbow feather layout is that I dunno how to edit the little ‘about me’ section on the left colums in the 2nd segment of the page. I’ll figure it out, somehow.

I got the 9th piercing on my left ear tragus. It feels crusty and sore, hurts a lil now. I have 5 on my right ear (2 cartilage, 2 lobes and 1 above the lobe) and 4 on the left (2 lobes, 1 above the lobe and 1 tragus). I’m planning to get a 10th soon. Nose (allowed by dad, not allowed by school, costs more tan usual), belly(hidden so no one can tell me off, expensive, I am pudgy) or tongue(not allowed by parents or school, expensive, gets infected easily)? Help me decide (; I was just reading an article of ‘How To take care of your piercings’ because my cartilage and tragus are hurting really badly right now and I realised that I don’t do more than half of what your supposed to be doing. No infections though (; But I’m going to start taking better care of them.

On to the subject matter; skinny jeans. I’m not one to follow trends often but this season I have been seduced and captured by the trend of skinny jeans, or as they used to call ‘em - DRAINPIPES (I’m serious, that’s their predominant name). So. As you all should no, I’m no where near skinny and will not be able to achieve skinny anytime in the next 2 months - for sure. But I pictured myself in these skinny jeans looking like the hottest thing since Turkey out of an oven. It’s not the case of finding the size, coz I did find my size at Mango in Sunway Pyramid Shopping Mall - a black pair, stretch, fit well, I could run comfortably in those. But I looked in the mirror, and I wanted to break it. I looked like a fat walrus squeezed into a milk jar (a particularly small one). My thunder thighs and BUTT were out in the open saying HELLO to Tom, Dick and Harry (No I was not naked, I’m implying how big they looked) and because of my pear-shaped form my legs looked like carrots in those jeans. Ahh, the sorrow that filled my heart when I decided that it was for the best and I put the pair of perfectly fitting bargain price jeans back on the rack. It was 199 bucks, now selling for 99 buck - I had the cash to blow on anything I wanted and how badly did I want those jeans, but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

Curse this cruel world and thine fashion trends created for the petite folk that dwell commonly among us fleshed ones!