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Saturday, April 19, 2008
"what's your weight, Chantal?"
"i don't know... i don't Want to know. and, Anyways. i don't own a weighing machine."
it's been almost a year and a half since i had a weighing machine sitting there with its horrible scales for eyes staring right back at me in the bathroom. last time i saw it, i kicked it under the sink and hoped it'd start rusting.
i really envy girls who like, skip a couple of meals and, Wham Bam, they lose like, 5 kilos. man, i can skip all 3 meals for a month and end up with the same fat ass and, go back to training- bra stage. or at least that's what i think would happen. never tried; don't think i ever would.
it just All comes down to me Loving food wayyyy too much. and hating exercise even more. haha.
shoot me for being lazy. whatev.
it's funny though; how body size can be a fad. first we had Marilyn Monroe and co. who made boobs&thighs sexy, than we had Twiggy who was all bones and eyeliner. followed by the reign of TyraBanks and rest of Supermodels who had well, all of it. it's been a long long time since Kate Moss made herself to be a household name for being the second coming of Twiggy, with the addition of alot more trashy partying and cocaine use.
what's a girl to do when all the media ever seems to be doing is brainwashing you ever so subtly that unless you're a size 4 you wont ever be happy.
honestly, i dont think there's anything wrong with trying to fit in physically, but i just belive that as long as you know yourself best and stick to your own beliefs, you're good to go. and seriously, whatever makes you happy, right?
if you're happy and comfortable in your own skin being a size 20, it's you who's happy at the end of the day.
and if you're happy dieting til you're a size 2, it's also you who's happy at the end of the day.
and above here, we have a size 28 Velvet D'amour walking down Jean Paul Gaultier.
Story Of My Life.
CHANTAL'S off.
xoxo
Friday, April 18, 2008
there really isnt a point of me putting up the Nuffnang thing since i barely blog anymore. but whatev, who's going to say no to potential free money right? not Chantal. ahah!
anyways. it's not like, i've gotten sick of blogging or anything, it's still a blast... i just don't have so much to blog about anymore, unless the cyber world wants to read about the pathetic life of a freshly turned 18 year old who hasn't left her home since 2 days ago, and the only way to the world outside her gate is through her Grandma and thank you God, the internet.
speaking of God... God knows I, Chantal Simone Choo, love him and thank him for all the wonderful and amazing things he's given me and am VERY VERY appreciative of everything. and pray with ALL my heart that whatever i'll be typing out next will not be held against me and that i will not be punish for questioning His actions. did i mention how MUCHHH i love you, God?
BUT, i still need to ask: What is the point of hair present on the female body?
like, i REALLY Do Not understand how the hair the grows every bloody 3 days on my legs is At All useful. i mean, i'd understand if i lived in the dessert and needed to reduce water loss, but i DONTTTTTT. i live in sunny Singapore where i can buy a bottle of water at every corner i turn and where plants are grown at every empty space.
i'm speaking for majority of the female population who has to endure waxing sessions every two weeks, which not only hurts like a biitch, but also costs as much as a dress. okay fair enough, shaving is another more affordable option, but seriously. who wants to end up like a cactus if we skip a shaving session, right? not me.
WHATEVER IT IS, how is body hair at all necessary? God created Amazing things like, our eyes for us to see, our nose for us to breathe and our mouth to EAT :D:D:D. and make out. and, basically every other part of our body is much much needed.
BUT. underarm hair? what is the point in that? orrrrr, arm hair? or knuckle hair? or toe hair?
why, God, why?
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okay, i'm sorry for questioning you and i hope you won't get mad at me and cause my hair growth to grow back twice as fast. or worse, cause me to lose all my eyelashes, or eyebrow and the hair on my head, which i all LOVEEEEEEEE and need very very much.
please don't get mad. i'm just an 18 year old asking Why. that's all, honest!
PS: God is Great, and Chantal loves you very very very very very much <3333
the first thing that comes to a person's mind when the thought of being thrown onto a deserted island is that they'll become helpless. i could actually think of a few prettyyy fun things to do on a deserted island. but if you're talking about becoming helpless; i think i'm pretty much disabled in a kitchen. all i ever do in mine, is to pour myself a cup of water or to take a look into my very sad fridge.
but what's a girl to do when you're starving and can't leave the house?
the only ready to eat food available was cereal, without milk and bread and some nutella and kaya. i was going to have some toast when i decided, I Would Cook.
so i prepared the pot of water, opened the packet of instant noodles and all i needed to do was boil the water. but i guess, just for kicks, the universe decided that the lighter stick- thing would run out of gas and no flame would appear. i was about to lose all hope and go back to toast and nutella, when modern tehnology is once again a saving grace.
who needs gas to cook noodles when you've got a microwave? 3 mins later, my noodles were good to go, and i didnt have stupid pots to wash.
told you my fridge was sad, we don't even have eggs.
donations welcome.
you know how when you watch pageants or competitions there's always a segment where the contestants are asked what their Special Talent is and will be asked to perform it. i was thinking about it, and i realised, i don't really have a special talent.
how sad is it? like, you see these talented biitches performing their little dance routine with so much passion, or singing their little hearts out, or playing some sort of exotic instrument. in other categories, there's the Really special kind of special talents where a few can scoff down 10 cheeseburgers within 3 minutes or the kind that can break 15kg of brick with their head. so no, i dont fall under that category either.
i'm more than sure my parents regret paying for all those ballet & organ & artandcraft & singing & gymnastic & dancing & IT lessons, which resulted in well, nothing.
"totally for the experience, 'rents!" ((=
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CHANTAL'S in search for a special talent!
xoxo