catwalk is as tough as marching. i swear. but with heels ofcoz. it was my 2nd class yesterday and im somehow satisfied wid my walk but just my walk. i need to practice more. especially the pose and turn part. gotta think of tyra banks. only that this is more to bridal wear tho.

next 2 weeks will be another class on photography and more pose. cant wait. to tink of it. am i dat girly to begin wid? i hate comparing myself wid others. somehow it does makes me feel insecure of myself. but i gotta admit. i do wish i was tall like her, have her eyes, her boobs, butts, hair, etc.. especially sitting alone in da train, does make my eyes to wander each time i saw a hot chick. once again, another confession. i love to ogle on girls. call me a lesbo or bi. one ting for sure, i noe im nt. :D

i lost some weight. but wen i looked myself in the mirror, having bones showing off. i began to get a lil paranoid. as why am i still looking the same afta eating my dinner after 10pm last nite. den next 2 mornings, wen i woke up. same thing. saw myself and saw fats around the waist area. left handers coming out and stuffs like dat. den i turned PARANOID. u see. i cant make up my mind. wad do i really want. wad makes me happy. its all gd to be 55kg. i used to be 58kg. bt now? gosh. i have yet to make my way to stand on dat machine.


i need to lose in order to look gd. in order to work. to have assignments. bt looks and figure don usually work our way up. personality does counts too. i still have loads to learn. from the experience ones.


for now. im just loving it. looking at her. her cute face. her height. her hair. her legs. her height. she is my catwalk teacher. hot aint she.

oh did i mentioned. she pelat "R". so cute. so cute the way she called out my name.