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Friday, October 21, 2005

For a good cause. Or two.

Talk about self-esteem.

Having had only 4 hours of sleep, looking dingy without my contacts, and dressed down for a Friday morning lecture because I simply lacked the energy to plough through the limited collection of clothes in hall for something more than decent to don, I had to have my ego crushed indefintely as I stepped into canteen A of NTU.

I was surrounded by a crowd of beautiful, stick-thin girls who, very very sadly, towered over me.

Why is it I don't wear heels to school again?

It all started when I was indiscriminately cruising along the north spine after my lesson, feeling slighty healthier and probably 0.01kg lighter after the salad-lunch (to make up for last night's pig-out), when an angel-like figure approached with the most dazzling smile.

She was one of the finalists of the Elite Model Look Contest, who invaded NTU with their utopian beauty (here, critics will remind me that beauty is only skin deep and what matters is what's on the inside. i say, they probably don't have mirrors at home. quit living in delusion.since when are humans able to resist the allure of aesthetic beauty?).

They were here for a good cause: to garner monetary donations for the breast cancer foundation. And may I add, the guys in NTU really have it good today. It's your L-U-C-K-Y day to be blessed with 16 gorgeous women, even if only to look at.

And no, I am not bitter or envious (maybe a little. the height issue? and i should have picked up some tips on how they keep their complexion so clear and glowing. right, it must be the magic of make-up); in fact, to be honest, I really didn't care that I looked like some mop beside these pretty girls. I had an eyeful myself!

I'd like to think that I'm appreciating the wonders of nature, the amazing works of God. Haha.. And besides, when you're at a place/country where there's not much of the opposite sex to look at, you tend to check out gorgeous people of the same sex (for looking at ONLY ok...) --> i bet i'm going to have to bear some flak for saying this. but i'm sorry, it's an honest opinion and i will not betray myself to appease some inflated egos.

So there, I made a small donation with some persuasion from Samantha, got myself a little pink ribbon collar pin and a one-day pass at Amore fitness centre.

What bruised ego?


[Time of Confession] 12:41 PM
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