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my mom has been stressing the hell outta me in the past few days. first it was installing wooden flooring in my room, when i was perfectly fine with my cyan carpet. then, it was the inability to get rid of the carpet because according to her, “it might come in handy someday”. and since it’s too big to squeeze into the store room, it’s been right outside my room the whole time. no one is allowed to move it; no one dares. if i’m so stressed that i feel like my head is gonna explode anytime now, she’s in a worse shape.

then there is the *thing* at work. i found out on thursday that i still have 40 days of leave to clear from 2006 and 2007. woo hoo! but of course, my lady boss is onto me. boo hoo….

in times like these, i usually just wanna abandon my social life and head on home… except this huge wardrobe parked in the middle of my living room. it’s so big that it cuts the room into half, blocking the view of me and my bro’s rooms. so whenever one of us comes out to grab a smoke, the other person will get a scare. and whoever is having a smoke can’t also watch tv; the wardrobe is not a see-through, you see.

thus, my quality of life has decreased significantly, since the installment of wooden tiles. who to blame? i’d say the person who invented wooden tiles…

87 Pounds Of Happiness

my best friend lyn announced last night that her new year’s resolution for 2008 – like those in the previous years – is to lose respectable amount of weight. she figures that since guys go for skinny chicks, then being skinny is the ultimate way of attracting their attention.

it got me thinking how common it is among us girls to believe that skinny equals beautiful. “lose weight and secure yourself a boyfriend” for the single. or “how are you gonna squeeze into the wedding gown if you don’t start dieting now?” for brides-to-be. or “better not let yourself go or your hubby is gonna cheat on you” for the married.

the truth is, our ideal is probably screwed. my college best buddy chris, for one, has always preferred girls with “a bit of meat”. same goes for my brother who finds it a turn-on when her girlfriend attacks a massive plate of pasta like a savage beast. and thousands upon millions upon billions of guys out there who hate the skinny, or at least that’s what i’ve been told.

so, now the questions become: why do we measure ourselves against celebrities of tinseltown? is the media to blame for making 87-pound stick figures look so damn glamorous? or are we to blame for mistaking skinniness for guaranteed popularity?