Ghost of Girlfriends Past

Hello world, I'm a har peeee girl today, caught up with Socks:) and watched the loveliest movie ever, the healthy woman teared as usual. She appears so cold on the outside, but deep down inside I know you're a softie you ding dong!! :) The plot's so touching, wonder why I didn't cry.
It was nice spending time! Can't wait for saturday pig :)

Then went to super ulu pp to meet Mama, so last minute. Hahaha her parents were out so like yeah we tried to learn the Hoedown Throwdown, so coolio :) I wanna master it, it's actually quite basic hahahahaha, then watched ddlovato's videos. She's so into her it's crazy. Maybe you're gay like... Hahahah k, just kidding



Anyway I don't mean for this post to be wordy but there are a few things I thought about while on the way to meet Socks today.
I think I've really low self-esteem? Hahaha I feel so ugly all the time it's insane, I don't like society, I think people are scary. I know, it's the inner beauty that counts and all, but hey society's so different now. It's like everyone, YEAH LIKE EVERY SINGLE PERSON in this society cares about looks. Or maybe it's our age?? I don't know. Maybe as I'm getting older, I'm starting to realise that image means alot? Like when we were younger and things were much simpler, no one cared. People were happy with billabong tops and boardshorts. But looking back now, you wonder how you ever got through that phase.
Like everyone's so judgemental, if you only had one day, when let's say you decide to dress down and wear something not-so-pretty, people would start to speculate if you can dress at all... Why is it becoming so important? Why are we all so effing obsessed? Why are we all becoming so critical? It's really scary. People treat other people differently based on look. First impression/ how much you're gonna like the person = based on look.
I don't know, I just am feeling so inferior, and I get scared when people look at me, in trains, in buses, everywhere. I stand there awkwardly, and start to rub my face to see if maybe it's dirty, check if my coffee shop is open, check if I've stained my shorts, yeah you can call me crazy-conscious, but trust me, I bet you've been there.
I wish Singaporeans knew how to keep their eyes to themselves.
I know it's easy to tell everyone to not care about what others think, but that's not true.
Some of you may say there are more important issues than that, more important than superficial things like looks, but seriously, if Obama was only 134cm and fat and has oily skin and balding, do you think he'd even be president?
The answer is no. He totally looks the deal.
Some of you may say but the people around you love you, you just need love and faith to go on.
Well, I know love and faith keeps you going, but what if reality keeps coming back to break you down over and over again?
I hate our society, I hate everything about the people living in Singapore, right now.
I know it's fun to criticize someone's outfit esp if they really can't dress, I'm guilty of smirking too, but it's scary if the people you talk about are actually talking about you the exact same way.

You know what, let's all just be happy hobos :)
Oh wait, I think I already look like one, yay :)

K this is too wordy, a pat on your back if you managed to even read half of my rant, dont hate on me. I'm trying to be a better person too

xx

Think about all the great personalities you never got to know because you shunned them based on the way they look. I guess this society needs a major transplant, and a heart, too.