Sunday, May 27


Life is back to slow pace.

In fact, snail pace. I can't believe the drastic change every time the season of studying ends and the season of holidaying (slacking) starts. And I'm kicking back for this semester, since I couldn't get my ideal inter-sem, so might as well rot around.

Got a bit of time to do some shopping, unfortunately, I didn't manage to buy what I really want to buy. And for the last time, I'm not gonna hold back whatever I feel I have to state it out. For the records, I base my arguments on pure thought and 0% vanity. Feel free to lash out on anything you disagree.

Oh ya, I didn't say what I wanted to buy -- Bra, which brings us to the very topic of my discussion...

Disadvantages of being a C-Cupper.

Oh yeah. Come on. Stop thinking about just being big in the chest. It's more about having proportionality. It's about having a generally svelte figure and still having that perky lift in front of you. Besides, you know those two lumps of yours will one day deflate, so all you have will probably just become skin, unless you do something artificial to maintain it. Gross.

1st Disadvantage: The bras that really fit you are limited.

Anyway, what happened during our shopping was that I couldn't find a size for me in the many particular designs that I liked and that grew increasingly frustrating for me as I went to one store after the other. And somehow, I wanted to punch a particular salesgirl that wasn't particularly bothered with me when I browsed through a particular section, and when I wanted to ask more about the display, she give me that Look that said "Don't bother", and promptly told me that she didn't have the bigger sizes for that range. It sounded more like an insult than flattery.

2nd Disadvantage: You feel like slapping/punching the lao jikopehs and the damn banghalas.

As least I felt like that when they give me the creepy look. Enough said.

3rd Disadvantage: You feel fat.

Naturally. I mean you have more fat in your body than anyone else. And who says you can fit nicely into every dress you can dig out from the closet? And please take a look at those fashion models in the magazines. Which one of them even barely hinted of a cleavage? (I'm not talking about FHM or Maxim or any other mags under the same category as the above two mentioned.) None. Apparently, people are made to sexily fit into clothes meant for the (excuse the term) "airport-ers".

4th Disadvantage: You can't deflate those any time you feel like looking less bumpy.

There's always maximisers and thick padding and push-ups (and for extreme cases, wads and wads of tissue) to make your hills look more mountainous and sexy, but there's no way you can hide those cluttering bombastic boobs.

5th Disadvantage: You are fighting against gravity.

It's a trade between perkiness and size. You choose which one you want. Personally, I prefer the former.

6th Disadvantage: People tend to compare size of boobs to Intelligence. Inversely.

Ever heard of a bimbo? I know it doesn't take a c-cupper to become labeled as a bimbo, but there's alway that stigma that doesn't go away.

So there's no envy looking at the bustier girl. Think about the other inconveniences she'll have to deal with. Ultimately it's not just being plainly bigger, but proportionally big. And being petite girls and all, be content with your A to B ranges. I'd gladly trade mine with smaller ones any day.

Posted by Isabelle at 8:36 pm

Sunday, May 6


Took me 2 months to finally update my blog. Needless to say, many things happened. My exams came and went by monotonously, and my life was totally squeezed dry.

In this 2 months, I lost the drive to do anything else much, and my life became someone else's. My schedule ran parallel to not my needs, but everyone else that had a piece of me. Through this few weeks, I finished up my projects, studied for my exams and tried my best to be everyone's friend and girlfriend, but failed terribly at it.

Tried to cater to my studies, friends, my tuitee, my hall and my mum, but I'm really tired. I tried my best to be there. I really did. And through this struggle to balance my time to fit everyone in my life, I kind of lost sight of everything and screwed everything up.

I feel really terrible. It's like I've finally accomplished nothing, even though I tried. In the end, I disappointed everyone. I couldn't find time to arrange a proper birthday celebration for my boyfriend. My friends haven't seen me for months, and I have missed countless of their 21st birthday parties. My mum called me every day for the past 3 weeks to get me to come home. My tuitee asks me if I could go more frequently since it's gonna be her exams soon. I feel so screwed up.

Seriously, I don't know and I can't comprehend where my life has gone to.

Posted by Isabelle at 1:02 am