A.K.A Gatekeeper
I love food, don't deprive me of it.
I'm not Princess, I'm Queen
I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.
Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.
I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer
Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest
If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p
Blog started 21st June 2007, shifted from www.thegatekeeperstory.blogspot.com
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So anyway, I made this using Picasa and I'm so proud of it! It's pretty easy to use and one of my best work so far. A few clicks and viola!
I know this proves beyond reasonable doubt that I'm just too in love with myself. :p
Aren't you all just so happy to see me so alive and well, looking errm remotely radiant and in the pink of health? 1 week down fellas! Perhaps I should take pics every week to see how I've changed.
This one was taken today, to show off one of my retro dresses from Thailand. I was trying to get the retro feel. Can't really get it from this pic though, but this is like the best 'feel.' Tell me what you think! Of the dress and the pic!
Oh yea, and the bulge below my waist is not a baby bulge! Neither is it there cos I'm fat. Not pregnant and fat, fluffed the dress up a bit cos of the belt.
There are 2 things I'll never ever want to become. Pimply and fat. I've been both before and never want it to happen again. Period.
If one day someone comes up to me and says, "hey you're fat!" I'll scream, and just start exercising like a mad hyperactive hamster on its wheel 24/7.
But I'm not so mad yet as to examine every pore for black or white heads yet la. A few here and there won't kill me just yet. But if one big one pops out, I stare at it day and night, wishing it away. You start this anxiety laced ritual where you imagine the worst scenarios. What if the pimple doesn't disappear? What if it becomes like part of your face, like a body part blah blah blah...
The woes of a girl, guys always have it easier.