Bite-size Sheylara

Muscle Girl

My biceps and triceps et al are showing! (When I flex.)

I am no longer merely a skeleton. I am now a skeleton with muscles. Woohoo.

Skeleton:

Sheylara in the gym

Had a second photography session at the gym today. Will show muscle photos soon.

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Makeup

Sometimes, when ladies put on makeup, we make mistakes. We get smudges or uneven eyeshadow or joker smiles.

(Not really, that last one.)

Fixing mistakes does not always involve wiping them off. Because we might end up wiping off foundation and creating an unsightly patch. So, we cover up mistakes with more makeup.

Sheylara

Sometimes, the cover-ups make it worse, so we try to cover up the cover-ups by covering them up with even more makeup.

Then we run out of time and have to leave home.

That’s why we sometimes look like we have too much makeup on.

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No Fat

I just got bluffed into buying the worst-tasting thing in the world.

Was shopping for yoghurt and not finding my favourite brand, so had to settle for something different.

One auntie was promoting a new yoghurt. I decided to try it. It claims to have 0% fat.

Sheylara

It tastes like starch with flavouring. I think my tongue keeled over and died.

I don’t trust low-fat/no-fat food.

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Smell

My fingers smell heavenly. I had a Subway sandwich earlier.

Sheylara

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Betrayal

Why do people pretend to like you and they act like they’re so happy to see you but they badmouth you behind your back every opportunity they get?

I don’t need these people to tell me they don’t like me. Just don’t pretend to like me.

Sheylara

And don’t make unfounded accusations.

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Senility

The last two times I brought my laptop out, I forgot to bring my USB modem. Today I remembered my modem but I forgot my mouse.

Fluffy

Yesterday, I went to drums class without my drumsticks.

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Faces

Sheylara

Sheylara

Of hypocritical and malicious people

I met this person some time back at an event. We exchanged friendly words and it was nice.

Then, today, I found out that this person, after meeting me only once, had gone and posted nasty untruths about me in an Internet forum.

This is really quite hurtful.

I do on occasion get nasty comments in my blog, but I can deal with that because it’s a common enough occurence for strangers to just randomly bitch about random people as a past-time.

But learning that someone I know, someone whom I was nice to, someone who had appeared to be nice to me, has been spreading rumours about me, is just wrong.

I won’t go as far as to call it a betrayal because this person is just an acquaintance, but it still doesn’t change the wrongness of it.

It’s so hard to find true and sincere friends these days. You never know when someone unexpected is going to sink a knife in your back.