Welcome to My World

Did I tell you my ambition was to become a supermodel some day when I grew up? At 5'2, height never stop me to be one.

I thank Mr.Octopus cause he's willing to be my camera man, and he is a professional camera man. He let me did all the poses and he was just snapping away. Unfortunately, Tyra Banks kidnapped my make-up artist. Did I tell you I was a Chanel model once? You must be very jealous of me by now.

I've known a girl. She is that kind of girl that would make guys and girls' hearts jump whenever she is around. Pretty and adorable, but too skinny. She doesn't have to do make-up like me to look even prettier. A guy told me once: "I like her. I'd take her out and be one of my walking flower vases and show her off to my friends. But she will never be my girlfriend, she's not my type."

Indeed, she's not my type either to fall in love with. She looks pretentious and just a little too adorable. Worse, she never dress to kill, like me. Probably she is not a model. Who should blame her?

I told San once:"Women dress to show off their bodies and their unique sense of dressing to other women. Not only to attract men and heighten up their self-esteems." She agreed with me. She was a better supermodel than I was back then. Lazy is not an excuse for a woman. I dress for self-expression and to the occasion. Not for you. I was born to stand out, not to fit in.

If your friend mind your dressing because you're dressed to kill, tell her to fuck off. She never knew you. You probably figure out by now that she is a walking sack. Abandon her.

This is just another post of narcissism and sarcasm.