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Monday, May 21, 2007 @ 11:10 AM
when life is good:)
i tried searching for the person who invented high heels so i could put a face to the cause of all my pain. But unfortunately he(i am very sure it's a guy, only guys would do such horrible things to torture women) is highly evasive. i guess when you are so hated by women around the world, you would not really acknowledge publicly that you were the one who invented heels, cause you might get stoned or something. but anyway i found this:"High-heeled shoes slant the foot forward and down while bending the toes up. The more that the feet are forced into this position, the more it may cause the Achilles tendon to shorten. This may cause problems when the wearer chooses lower heels or flat-soled shoes. When the foot slants forward, a much greater weight is transferred to the ball of the foot, increasing the likelihood of damage to the underlying soft tissue which supports the foot. In many shoes, style dictates function, either compressing the toes, or forcing them together, possibly resulting in blisters, corns, hammer toes, bunions, and many other medical conditions, most of which are permanent, and will require surgery to alleviate the pain. High heels--because they tip the foot forward-- put pressure on the lower back through making the derrière push outwards and crushing the lower back vertebrae and contracting the muscles of the lower back."After reading this, i am convinced that i would never get used to wearing heels. but in time to come(hopefully), i might just get used to the pain and not lose my two feet in the process of course.My first lesson yesterday was pretty alright. The only thing i hated was the part where we had to do the different facial expressions. Happy i can do. Dreamy is not a problem. Sad and angry er still alright. Surprise look i can handle that. But slutty? BIG PROBLEM. i hope they don't ever ask me to do that again. hahai think the instructor hates me. oh speaking of the instructor, i was telling qiling before the lesson started that i was expecting some gay man wearing tight golden shorts. and he would strut into the room and be all drama queen like" HeLLoooo LAdiessSS! (with arms outstretched)" i guess the two of us were a little disappointed when a normal lady walked in.(no drama, no fuss HOW BORING!) ok back to the instructor(the normal lady not the imaginary gay man). because i was standing at the front of the class, so whenever she asks a question, i would feel obliged to answer her even though i have totally no clue. needless to say, i got my answers all wrong. and this girl right beside me kept giving the right answers. so you know the contrast? stupid qiling was sniggering at the side and i had to kick her when the instructor was not looking.i think i love the colour testing part the most. the colour testing part is where the make-up artist test all the different colours on you and help you figure out what colour suits you the most. i am going to love my night eyeshadow colours.(turqoise, green and navy blue HOW FAB ALL MY FAVOURITE COLOURS) i have got day and night lipstick too!(this for someone who does not even wear lipstick!)Claudia(the person in charge) was asking me if i mind cutting my hair, because she wants to send me for the loreal show where stylists cut the models' hair! how cool is that? apparently they only use tall models who are like at least 175cm. this must be the only perk of being tall:)i talked to the rest of the girls there for the lesson and i realised they all brought flats to change into after the lesson(and i was still thinking no one would do that so i did not even bother.) Big mistake. I felt like some giant on display when i was walking around with piaky after the lesson, plus my feet were swollen and i felt like a thousand crabs were pinching me with every step i took. at a certain point, piaky was saying that i was not even walking anymore, i was just dragging myself forward. haha time to pack my bags for myanmar. qiling do you want a straw hat? hahaoh annie, i love the rolling stones tee! and thanks for the chop and the keychain:D
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Monday, May 21, 2007 @ 11:10 AM
when life is good:)
i tried searching for the person who invented high heels so i could put a face to the cause of all my pain. But unfortunately he(i am very sure it's a guy, only guys would do such horrible things to torture women) is highly evasive. i guess when you are so hated by women around the world, you would not really acknowledge publicly that you were the one who invented heels, cause you might get stoned or something. but anyway i found this:"High-heeled shoes slant the foot forward and down while bending the toes up. The more that the feet are forced into this position, the more it may cause the Achilles tendon to shorten. This may cause problems when the wearer chooses lower heels or flat-soled shoes. When the foot slants forward, a much greater weight is transferred to the ball of the foot, increasing the likelihood of damage to the underlying soft tissue which supports the foot. In many shoes, style dictates function, either compressing the toes, or forcing them together, possibly resulting in blisters, corns, hammer toes, bunions, and many other medical conditions, most of which are permanent, and will require surgery to alleviate the pain. High heels--because they tip the foot forward-- put pressure on the lower back through making the derrière push outwards and crushing the lower back vertebrae and contracting the muscles of the lower back."After reading this, i am convinced that i would never get used to wearing heels. but in time to come(hopefully), i might just get used to the pain and not lose my two feet in the process of course.My first lesson yesterday was pretty alright. The only thing i hated was the part where we had to do the different facial expressions. Happy i can do. Dreamy is not a problem. Sad and angry er still alright. Surprise look i can handle that. But slutty? BIG PROBLEM. i hope they don't ever ask me to do that again. hahai think the instructor hates me. oh speaking of the instructor, i was telling qiling before the lesson started that i was expecting some gay man wearing tight golden shorts. and he would strut into the room and be all drama queen like" HeLLoooo LAdiessSS! (with arms outstretched)" i guess the two of us were a little disappointed when a normal lady walked in.(no drama, no fuss HOW BORING!) ok back to the instructor(the normal lady not the imaginary gay man). because i was standing at the front of the class, so whenever she asks a question, i would feel obliged to answer her even though i have totally no clue. needless to say, i got my answers all wrong. and this girl right beside me kept giving the right answers. so you know the contrast? stupid qiling was sniggering at the side and i had to kick her when the instructor was not looking.i think i love the colour testing part the most. the colour testing part is where the make-up artist test all the different colours on you and help you figure out what colour suits you the most. i am going to love my night eyeshadow colours.(turqoise, green and navy blue HOW FAB ALL MY FAVOURITE COLOURS) i have got day and night lipstick too!(this for someone who does not even wear lipstick!)Claudia(the person in charge) was asking me if i mind cutting my hair, because she wants to send me for the loreal show where stylists cut the models' hair! how cool is that? apparently they only use tall models who are like at least 175cm. this must be the only perk of being tall:)i talked to the rest of the girls there for the lesson and i realised they all brought flats to change into after the lesson(and i was still thinking no one would do that so i did not even bother.) Big mistake. I felt like some giant on display when i was walking around with piaky after the lesson, plus my feet were swollen and i felt like a thousand crabs were pinching me with every step i took. at a certain point, piaky was saying that i was not even walking anymore, i was just dragging myself forward. haha time to pack my bags for myanmar. qiling do you want a straw hat? hahaoh annie, i love the rolling stones tee! and thanks for the chop and the keychain:D
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chiewyee!
basically what we have here is a dreamer.
someone out of touch with reality.
when she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly.
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