how i wish i'm a super model. because i love dressing up. i love painting my face. i love to get my nails polished. i love to get myself accessorized with girlie stuff, of course, not overly accessorized. and i love tiptoeing in super sexy high heels!
ahhh, but that is just not possible. never will. i'm just an ordinary student. going for lectures and practicals doesn't require me to dress up like a bimbo. going out to bangalore city on weekends, of course, i wanna dress up a little bit more than usual. BUT, imagine this. i am all dressed up, and UNFORTUNATELY, i just have to walk next to lembu2 to find an auto that can take me to the city. even worse, if ever i am unlucky, the lembu2 might be micturating *kencing mcm hujan!* as i walk by. and the cows stink big time! my Hugo Boss perfume turns out into noisome smell that can cause nausea! *okay, that's a little bit of exaggeration but anyhow, u get what i mean right?* so, what a big turn off, is it not?!
next, as mentioned, i really really really love high heels. i really really really do. but what's the point of wearing high heels, if the heels got ducked into the muddy road?!ergh! and living in the ever so berdebu place like india, my precious heels will finally change its colour. yes, no kidding.
and yes, if u wear something that's extraordinary *to them*, all eyes will be on you like u're some kind of alien. that's because the local/poor people living in the slum area, they don't even wear slippers and sarees are their everyday uniform. seeing us in nice outfit is like seeing Kareena Kapoor on television. hahahha. that's why india is called as the world of extremities. the poor are VERY poor, and the rich are VERY rich. and sad to be true, MANY of their people are still living in poverty.
now u know why i suddenly want to be a supermodel. wahahahahahhahahaha. yes, please!