I’ll try to be gentle. =)
Went to Fashion Cafe today to have some strawberry tea and creme brulee. So i was sitting there with some Turkish and Russian Magazines, then this woman arrived. She was so tall i wanted to cry and she had the longest legs ive ever seen! I decided i dont like her! =) I was jealous of her long legs, long natural eye-lashes, long tousled wavy sexy hair and that Lady Dior bag she threw on the empty chair. Jealousy is ugly. And its human nature to feel bad when somebody has something they wish they too have. And like i said, i am a fool, i dream too much. Dream that one day people are less jealous, less ugly. When i said i dont like her, it was a joke. It was a way of saying, bloody hell, she’s so stylish it hurts! The most beautiful women are the ones who are confident enough to compliment others. You know, not those who say “Yeah, she’s pretty, but she’s stupid.”/ “Mmm…sexy, but bad make-up.” I am saying this because again i am disappointed. My judgement about people has failed me once again. I lost a very good friend because of jealousy. dark, and ugly. She didnt like the fact that she has to call me everytimme she wants to go shopping because i need to be there with her in the fitting room to tell her which one to buy. Now i realized that the best bestfriend i can ever have is my husband. I have my Wang, he has his expresso-we’re both happy. If you’re jealous, you feel bad, you feel angry, you’re depressed, conscious, insecure, then you feel guilty for feeling jealous.ITS NOT HEALTHY. My husband always says, YOU CANT HAVE EVERYTHING…..
Being happy for someone who has that bloody Lady Dior hand bag doesnt put you in a lower place, it’s fine to be jealous, like i said, it’s human nature, but dont let it become dark and ugly. Dont be too proud, try to compliment someone and actually mean it, you’d feel good. Admit it, she looks perfect. (I did). And it did hurt believe me. But i did feel good because though i am capable of feeling jealous, i am also capable of handling it well.
Here in chictopia, i thought (and wrote) that fashion can actually make us less bitchy and more friendly to each other. There are people around (believe me im itching to name you guys, cuz you deserve it, but i know you’ll read this, and you’ll know its you.) =) But, (yes), but…there are still people who are somehow not getting the plot.=) But then, like the dreamer that i am, i still wish that one day, women can actually stop looking at the tall skinny bitch from head to toe with disgust just because she’s not fat, and learn how to do what guys do, say hello-ignore the nice tie-and talk like friends. I was wrong, Sienna Miller is right…
MEN ARE NOT LIKE WOMEN AT ALL. THEY DONT SIT IN THE BAR BITCHING AT EACH OTHER…..
To you good people of Chictopia. You know who you are…(and you know i love you…)
PS. Dont be a good person just so you go to heaven, be one to make your existence worthwhile even if you werent the one who invented the plane…..
And oh, these are my kids. Jedi (left) and sqweezy (right) both 2 years old. They keep me sane whenever im an inch away from having bipolar disorder. (you know, worrying about death, or asteriod hitting earth or the sun dying or having birthdays which means im another year closer to my time limit on earth or man being extinct replaced by robots or the glaciers melting and stuff..) F***ed up i know.=)
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