(I decided to start a series of “Look Good” reality check posts simply for the heck of it. This used to be on Polkadot Monsters but I no longer contribute to that site, hence I decided to migrate content back here and continue my reign from here. After all, a blog serves to inflate one’s ego, no?)
Get real.
In all honesty, I believe the trick to looking good is to include exercise (even walking an hour everyday helps), a decent diet and enough sleep in your schedule. I have to admit I am not the best example recently, although my ideal world will encompass an hour’s exercise in any form daily.
No one is asking you to look like a skinny model (see above), because we all know good make-up skills and hair styling transform a drab to a fab on the streets. But can you spare the 2 hours everyday to look this good? Imagine, waking up at 5am just to leave work on time, worrying about your make-up melting away and not being able to fall asleep and wake up next to the man of your dreams simply because you fear that he might flee upon seeing your nude face.
The happy truth is that even those models you see on TV go through a 24-hour preparation process – think about the number of stylists who have worked on them from hair to toe; the diets they have to go through; the 24-hf dehydration process they put themselves through before each shoot (ie. no food no water just to get the skin taut and muscle definition showing and to prevent water retention of course). Think of the DLSR cameras that erase every flaw from your face; of the photoshop work to airbrush those tiny little stretchmarks off…
Famous Nikki before and after airbrush effects
Beauty glows from within. With a little discipline, you can get there too. But if you are too lazy (for now) – just photoshop all your photos, lah.
Check back for the next post, Look Good #2: L-A-Z-Y is the 4-letter word.
…is one hot lady.
Besides her blonde ponytail, killer abs and sculpted arms, I assure you, readers, that I discovered more motivation behind the incredibly toned body – the amazing number of workouts that the Nike Training app provided.
You start out with four choices – Get Lean, Get Toned, Get Strong, and Get Focused. Each choice provides you with a series of full-body workouts to cater to your selection, comprising either cardio circuits, calisthenics training, a combination of both, or simply 15-minute workouts that target specific areas such as those flabby thighs, bulging stomachs or saggy arms.
I was getting bored of my gym routine and hence decided to put aside my pride and succumb to the enthusiastic feminine voice egging me on. Choice of the day: Abdominals. Pretty soon Ms-Hot-Nike-Lady-in-App had me huffing and puffing doing Russian twists, toe-touches, crazy oblique twisters and grimacing at plank holds. Results after 30-minutes? Burn, baby, burn…those muscles were working!
What I did not appreciate about the app was the major lunges and squats, side-steps and what nots given my extremely small exercise area – whether in the crowded gym or in my tiny apartment. Well, there are plenty of other choices which gave me no excuse to skip a workout, whether it was 15-minute or 45. What’s more, there is a leaderboard that keeps track of the total number of hours you chalk up working up a sweat, which interestingly tickles your ego and keeps you motivated at the end of the day.
Great for women and those who do avoid gym machines like plague, one could achieve a pretty decent body with this mobile trainer (of course, watch your diet!). This app provided me with plenty of options should I ever get bored with my exercises any day.
My thumbs up for this, and I sure hope Nike keeps this app updated and free.
Filed under: Beauty & Health, Lifestyle | Tags: blusher, compact, foundation, make-up, tertiary, university
Peeling off a pore-pack has a strangely satisfying effect on one’s psychological self. Seeing the pores glued onto the adhesive and knowing they are no longer embedded in your nose somehow makes the ten-minute wait feel like a skin detox , almost like a facial spa treat minus the soothing music and waterfall sound effects.
And if you are a poor tertiary student cleaning tables at Starbucks or furiously mauling your fingers on the keyboard as part of your temporary data entry job, there is a simple solution of looking good. Six hundred dollars monthly during an internship is not going to allow you to splurge on Mac’s eye-shadow palette, Bobbi Brown’s foundation nor Anna Sui’s catwalk eyeliner, so one has to get creative and resourceful when it comes to battling those skin-care giants.
Because you are a tertiary student, you have the everlasting edge over any other woman you see on the street – youth. With youth comes supple skin, rosy cheeks and perfect highlights…that is, if you do not spend your sleeping hours in clubs and your waking hours in bed. Hovering between 18 to 23 years of age have got to be the best times of your life and possibly, the peak of your youthful looks.
Three paragraphs later, I am telling you young women, you do not need make-up. Why would you want to look like a jaded 28-year old whose skin has not seen the sunlight because she has been working from 7am to 9pm every day? Why would you cake your face with powder and smother your eyelids with eyeliners and shadow when there are neither open pores nor tired eyes to hide? Honey, there is no way you will snag that 35-year old man you have been eyeing by trying to look older. If he wants you, he wants you. If not, behaviour will automatically classify you into tertiary category and not “grown mature working adult” category. Trust me, we can tell a 22-year old university student from a 24-year old working lady even though the former might be dressed in a perfect suit. And unless you want to strut the stage like Lady Gaga, my personal advice would be to steer clear of fake eyelashes that have beads in them or are more than 5-mm long.
Alright, we all love to look beautiful. And like any mother, drill this into your head – start with basic skincare. Reduce those pores with a pore-pack, use a facial cleanser that suits your skin type best, apply your toner, moisturiser and eye-cream if you are really that paranoid. Really have got to hide those flaws from your lecturers in a semi-dimmed lecture room? Fuss-free, budget and reliable products are your best bet.
You need to look sharp and presentable for an interview:
First of all, let us go back to basic, basic, basic. With these in store, they take you from normal lecture days (which in my opinion, do not require make-up at all), to interviews, parties, functions and house visits. A make-up base and concealer ranks top priority, for they erase most imperfections and zits to turn your face into a clean slate for layering on the other shades. Oh, and trim your eyebrows.
Make-up base:
On a clean face, prep your face with Ettusais Medicated Acne Whitening UV EX (SPF 24/PA++) or opt for Skin Food’s Aloe Sun BB Cream (SPF 20/PA+). These offer decent coverage of open pores and reduced dark spots without caking your face like quick drying mud. For extra coverage, lightly smear eye rings and spots with stick concealer or something like Sephora Lasting & Perfecting Corrector.
Liquid or powder?
While some prefer liquid foundation for longer-lasting effects, others opt for powder foundation to beat the heat and run a lesser risk of an oily look by the end of a long day. Liquid or powder, the decision rests on how disciplined you are on blotting your face at least once a day.
Liquid foundation for the most natural coverage:
- Revlon Beyond Natural Skin Matching Makeup SPF 15
- Ettusais Flat Design Liquid SPF 18
For a natural finish, use a make-up sponge and dab the uneven patches with it. Do not waste the product by dabbing across your entire face, especially when you have got only certain trouble spots which you want to conceal.
Compact foundation with finest finish:
- Lancome Maquicake UV Infinite Everlasting Compact Foundation SPF 20
- Majolica Majorca Skin Remaker Compact Foundation SPF 18
Foundations these days usually have a two-in-one UV protector for daily use and decent skin coverage, so there is no real need to apply another layer of sunscreen and risk clogging up your delicate pores. Foundation is not nude paint, then again neither is make-up an artist palette – you can’t change “ugly” to “pretty” with mere strokes of the sponge. It might be wiser to save up for plastic surgery correction instead, honey. They say you might be able to get a recommendation from the National Skin Centre to enjoy a subsidised rate.
At this point, all you need is a blusher, some clear lip gloss and you’re ready to go (and glow). Save time and dust your cheeks with Clinique’s Quick Blush in In-A-Rush Blush for natural finish.
Trust me, ladies. This is it. Trim your eyebrows and use a pore-pack.
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What, nothing for the night?
Darlings, you are young. The clubs are almost pitch black with crazy neon lights. If you look gorgeous, you score. If you look hideous, rely on the lack of lighting and shake your booty instead. Okay, we will allow smoky eyes for the night, so pile on the liner, shadows and finish off with your mascara.
Get it right:
In summary, there is a time and place for different types of make-up. Everyday wear may consist of the above recommendation, perhaps with an eyeliner and mascara to spruce it up a notch higher. Having a night out? Okay, more eyeshadow. A dinner function? Coverage is important. Going to the beach? Fall back on a good sunscreen lotion instead, not the damn eyeliner.
Filed under: Beauty & Health, Fashion, Lifestyle | Tags: asymmetrical, bob, hair wax, hairstyle, long hair, pixie, short hair, summer
Plucked off polkadotmonsters, a site where I contribute:
Singapore recorded its lowest rainfall this February, complete with one too many scorching “summer” days in a row. The weather, plus its humidity, makes it impossible to even layer the thinnest camisoles, wear your bangs straight without having your hair plastered to your forehead, much less walk around with a lovely long-sleeve shirt to work.
It is not like the weather is going to change itself. We only have hot and wet, no drastic changes, which allows the perfect hairstyle to wear out this summer season. Asymmetrical cuts have been the rage since Victoria Beckham appeared with her asymmetrical bob, and we Asians must realise that we are able to pull them off too.
The trick to these hairstyles simply lies in wax, wax, wax. Be religious – search for a long-lasting wax that holds your hair in place the entire day. I personally like Gatsby clay or Zoaa Vibrance Styling Clay. Forget Lucidol L that claims to transform your hair magically, just use clay! Of course, the essence of a good hairstyle lies in a good cut, so pick your stylist carefully. Show him/her photos of what you want and don’t look back after that.
Clay is an amazing product. Pinch a small blob off (about a finger dab) and smear it all over your ten fingers. Stick your fingers straight under the top layer of your hair and start scrunching, from sides to the back and deftly at the top – you wouldn’t want too much clay on each strand since it will weigh it down. Don’t forget the ends, scrunch them with a little twist so they wave out nicely.
Think you look better in long hair, or decided to chicken out? Fear not, Summer 2010′s styles feature more texture, more layers and wavy locks for the busy lady. It’s all about letting your hair characterise you – less products, better cut, more volume. Pin it up, braid it, or simply wind toss it. And don’t forget the wax!
Filed under: Beauty & Health, Two Cents' Worth | Tags: happiness, Maslow, money
There have been noble sayings that happiness cannot be bought. Whist the rich scorn the poor for their frugal ways and scoff at what they lack, the ones with their pockets lined with dollars are at the mercy of discontentment, loneliness and what have you. Happiness exists in intangible terms – of love, content, satisfaction, undescribable joy, warmth etc. Money gives you the means to purchase a route or shortcut to achieve these, and here’s how money can buy you happiness (indirectly, of course):
Maslow’s hierarchy of needs addresses the psychological state of content and happiness a person feels upon fulfilment of his various needs. We begin first with the base level – of food, shelter, sleep, sex etc.
With money, I don’t have to eat economical rice (stalls that allow you to pick three types of dishes with a bowl of white rice) that costs me $2.80 each day. At the rate we are penalised to eat healthy these days (when getting a salad from Subway requires you to add in an additional $3 for more shredded lettuce; when opting for a juice blast costs you $8 more than home-made ice lemon tea), it makes more sense to spend a mere $100 on a plate of sushi, another $10 on salad and lo behold!
Too ugly and can’t get laid? Money solves it instantly. Snap your fingers, drive your flashy car with your top down (and sunnies up on your nose) and the girls will come. Just gotta promise them their Pradas, LVs and Louboutins.
With money, friends will flock to you to provide their entertainment, and in return they bestow upon you their fabulous company, laughter and shared drunken stupour. Girls will dangle from your arm, like a Prada bag accessory…you feel like you are at the top of the world.
The roof over the top of your head need not be the HDB, where prices soar and never get justified enough. I could live on the Nautique Nautilus very easily, drive to work everyday – and go home to a weekend getaway daily.
Decadence aside, I wondered out loud to my other half whether dating would be as pleasant if we were earning less. It would be, but money makes it easier to purchase a more luxurious sort of life which we both could then enjoy. Nice restaurants, occassional martinis and holidays, cable-skiing every weekend and what not. That would not have been possible if he was drawing a monthly salary of S$3,000.
It would have been less agonizing with our pockets full of cash; or sitting in accounts waiting to be spent. There will be no necessity to be stuck in a job we hate yet are bound to simply because it pays the bills. Drop the shackles, and one is free to pursue his or her dream job.
Perhaps, you could very well buy happiness with money.
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The author believes that happiness is of an intangible value, for there can be no happiness without satisfaction. The rich will always hanker a better life than what they have, and they will never stop at the amount they have at present.
Happiness stems from satisfaction, gratification and a sense of fulfillment all found in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs addressed earlier. Money makes life a little easier, but whether it could buy you happiness – she will leave that thought with you.
Filed under: Beauty & Health, Lifestyle, Woven Tales | Tags: asymmetrical, hair, hairstyle, relationship, stylist
I love my new hair.
Each time I look in the mirror, each time my fingers grazed the styling clay, I thought of his teasing fingers shaping my bangs, and the image freezes there.
If the word “affair” is loosely termed, my affair with Mr Scissors-Hands begun last year. Like every relationship, I bolted away crying from my previous hairstylist, convinced that the love of my life has ruined the future ahead for me. Till I met Mr Scissors-Hands when I wandered through the corridors of dodgy Katong Shopping Centre – I entered haltingly, he beckoned gently. I stiffened a sigh, and plonked myself to an experience I could only hope for the best.
The first encounter. Like a first date, we did not know what to make of each other. I wondered how good his fingers were, while he wondered what baggage and scars I carried with me. Like a dance of lovers, we begun slowly, hesitant, a brief touch, his hand guiding the way. I tip-toed along those pages of flowing curls, I made my decision, and closed my eyes for his magic…
Why did I choose to leave the man who had toyed with my hair for the past six years? I confided in him, I wanted him to make me the prettiest girl in school, I begged for him to try new things on me. He was the dominant one in the relationship, he held the reins. He gave me what he liked, and I loved it because he liked it too. Eager to please, I modelled his dreams and he painted his desires on me. I cried my sorrows and life’s worries while he smoothed my hair, and somehow his words – though not many – managed to make me feel better. It might not have been his words but the magical tough he had on my hair, because I remember leaving his salon happy and feeling more beautiful than an hour earlier. Like a relationship facing the inevitable stagnant phase, where nothing exciting happens anymore, he was harsh with his words. “No matter what you want me to do with your hair, face it – you’ll still look the same blah girl.”
I did not need a man who saw no hope in making magic with me anymore.
Mr Scissors-Hands was a renewed hope, a refreshed vigour and a whiff of adventure. I felt assured and safe with him as we explored textures and colours, sharing an anticipation as the hair-dryer reveals the final product bit by bit. I was always stunned to awe by his skill with the scissors while he took pride in my adventurous nature. Curls, bob, the asymmetrical cut…it was like having snapshots of our memories, with stories woven behind them. The curls allowed us to discover our mutual friends, and each other’s likes and dislikes. The bob revealed a more intimate side of him – he had a daughter, but he is alone now. I hummed along a similar tune – single child, single mum – and we silently understood each other, the pain, the loneliness…and our courage to march through life. The asymmetrical was a fun excursion, him teasing, I was laughing. I am hooked to him, like another lover in my life.
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In reality, chosing a hairstylist is almost like chosing a boyfriend. Women flock to men who seem to exist for the sole purpose of making them beautiful, and it is in our nature to find the perfect match who understands our hair, our roots, and our nature. I belong to the statistics – they do not call the hair a crowning glory without a reason. Hair changes our complex, our impression on others, and at times releases our alter-ego within us.
Three hours with a hairstylist is almost like going out on a date. Such close proximity, do we simply sit in silence? Conversations, laughter, the need to find similar interests to generate topics to chat…hairstylists have moved from a mere hair-transforming agent into a professional friend. Women seek that professional friend for a quick confidential outburst, for a confidence booster, and at times, a convenient coffee date when she is around the area.
In cases where some will take this friendship level to the next one that of lovers, a relationship that blossomed out from such stylist-customer origins are few and scattered wide. My told-story of “My Affair with Mr Scissors-Hands” will stay a purely fictional one, because the professional friendship is worth the next few good years (or more, I hope) of lovely hair.
Filed under: Beauty & Health, Two Cents' Worth | Tags: emotion, feeling, grief
Grief is a subject rarely explored because I was raised to pretend not to know the bad news that befell those closest to me. An answer I often get as a kid was, “It’s alright, there is nothing you have to know.” I grew up getting over upsetting news by jumping onto the next racing train of thoughts and to-dos that passed me by…never letting the heart grieve nor feel the true deepest cuts through it.
Grief, ironically as it sounds, heals.
A best friend told me to slow down, and properly understand the root of the unhappiness within me. Tracing the root of unhappiness was like stepping back along time – not into time – as I tread back the chronological order of events that occured months, years back..those conversations ring fresh in my ears, like they have just been uttered yesterday.
The Kübler-Ross model depicted five stages of grief – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. There are times in life I wonder if I ever passed the stage of denial, for anger was never really in the equation at any one time. Anger might have taken on a disguise, where I sulk within at the fact that I was not given an opportunity to learn from a man whom the world respected. I often wondered how different life would have turned out to be if I went under the influence of my dad, who was an engineer by day, businessman by heart. Would I still have been in the arts? Will I be one of those power-suit clad women striding down the polished marbles of Shenton Way? Or will Singapore cease to exist in my mind at all if I were to take my education overseas?
So many questions, unanswered. Each source rolled on to the other, until they became a network of potential problems, or life – however I saw it. Each fragment of my life brings about a certain joy, and an immense pain that seems never to go away. Depression was long and tough, yet I was certain that there was light at the end of the tunnel, because the sunshine I saw was worth the exploration of grief.
Nothing seems to account for the pain that returns. Each memory I’ve filed in the cupboards of my mind seems to release a certain pang in my heart each time I retrieve it. Nobody mentioned of the potential tears that could well up in your eyes even though you have accepted the subject of grief. I could laugh about a break-up and know it was the a blessing in disguise, but how does one deal with the rolling emotions that come tumbling out each time a stone is shifted?
Going through phases of grief – grows.
Lessons of pain, regret and sadness hopefully steers humans away from making the same mistakes. We emphatise, we feel, we comfort when we know how it is like to go through the process. I once met a man who did not know the pain of losing someone he loved. Maybe he did, but it was all forgotten. I have seen countless forums made up of individuals who dedicate their hearts and digital words to strangers who seek solace. Forums with individuals bound by a common emotion that draws them near in times of weariness. We become more selective with our words for fear of hurting the other party, becoming less critical, simply because the hurt is so familiar, so fresh within us.
Yet our fragile selves continue to pick ourselves up, and live a life ahead. Grief is only but one part of our lives, that serves to intensify the way events in our days pan out, to add a deeper dimension into the multi-complex nature of ours.
Idle surfing led to the following extract taken from http://discovermagazine.com/columns/20-things-you-didnt-know
Something to chew on, for the Monday blues.
1 Life emerged on earth about 3.8 billion years ago, but sex did not evolve until more than 2 billion years later. Dirty limericks emerged only quite recently, geologically speaking. And we thought it was embedded in our systems since birth.
2 Sex—what is it good for? Scientists are not sure, since asexual reproduction is a better evolutionary strategy. I suppose we get bored with the same parts, some variety needed!
3 For those who refuse to commit to one strategy: The hermaphroditic earthworm Dendrobaena rubida has both male and female genitalia. If it cannot find a partner, the worm doubles up so that its female bits and male bits can go to town. It’s self-satisfaction at a new level, baby.
4 Although famously monogamous, female Adélie penguins slip away from their mates occasionally to couple with unattached males. They exact a fee for such a dalliance—stones to bolster their nests—c’mon women we’ve got to learn from them!
5 Some talented penguin teasers can get a gift even without putting out. Again, not unlike certain people.
6 Barbary macaques have a distinctive way to get their mates to make a sperm donation: yelling. If the female does not shout, the male almost never climaxes. Think: “OHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH COME ON, MAC – MAX IT OUT!” – literally, figuratively – you have it.
7 How do we know this? German primatologist Dana Pfefferle watched a group of macaques, counting the females’ yells and the males’ pelvic thrusts. She says this work is “quite weird, but it’s science.”
8 Here in the US of A, that kind of stuff ends up on YouTube.
9 Because Barry White sounds terrible underwater: Fish can produce a variety of noises with their bones, teeth, and gas bladders. Grant Gilmore of Estuarine Coastal and Ocean Science Inc. says that male fish probably use some of these sounds to woo females. ...And that explains why males tend to fart louder?
10 The spiny anteater, an egg-laying mammal native to Australia and New Guinea, has a penis with four heads, but only two fit into the female at once.
11 The tiny male paper nautilus, an octopus, impregnates the much larger female by shooting his penis (a modified tentacle) into her—and leaving it there.
12 Homosexual behavior is found in at least 1,500 species of mammal, fish, reptile, bird, and even invertebrate. Hoorah to gays!
13 My two dads: When a male goose courts another male goose, a female sometimes slips in and mates with both males. Later, the male partners share paternal duties.
14 Some seagulls practice lesbian mating, although the eggs that result from their liaisons are sterile.
15 Biologists at the University of California at San Francisco have found that male fruit flies exposed to high levels of alcohol become hypersexual and try to court practically anything with wings, including other male fruit flies. Eventually the revelry turns into a dysfunctional orgy, with “a chain of males chasing each other,” says one insect expert.
16 As the flies get increasingly tanked, their chance for mating success keeps dropping. This is one more reason why the fruit fly is a great model for studying humans.
17 Only a few vertebrates besides humans copulate face to face. Among those that sometimes do this: hamsters, beavers, and some primates, such as bonobos and orangutans.
18 French kissing is rarer still. The only other species known to do it as a prelude to mating is the white-fronted parrot. After the birds open their beaks and touch tongues, the male spews his lunch onto the female’s chest.
19 It is here that the mating habits of the white-fronted parrot and Homo sapiens diverge.
20 Size really does matter: People tend to choose mates of similar race, education level—and chubbiness. A recent British study indicates that obese people usually select partners with comparable levels of body fat.
The human heart is at its most vulnerable when it experiences the feeling of “need”.
I speak not about “needing someone”, but “need” encompasses all aspects across the board – needing something, needing someone, needing to feel alive, a motivational factor, a survival tip. Every form of “need” changes a person’s behavior, and reveals a part of his character that he/she would otherwise never allow to surface.
(the below examples are written to the extreme negative portion – for dramatic effects, which rarely happens in real life.
1. Needing something
A desire to obtain a material good, say, a Porsche.
It casts a dream ahead, and he dreams, and he steps on his accelerator of his current Honda/BMW/Subaru. Tyres screech, the shatter of glass, lives lost.
2. Needing someone
A desire to have a soul by your side. We often speak of “love” in relation to this word.
It makes one jealous, and anxious to keep. Unbridled, it translates into a nightmare of dominance, wanting to control and possessiveness. On the other extreme, it seperates the self from its heart, and loses sight of its own existence. The soul wonders, Why is this so? Does he/she not need me anymore? It introduces doubt, negativity and pending depression.
3. Need to feel alive
An overwhelmed state spins into an incessant urge to feel like living once more, because currently life is a living hell for him/her. They scream, retreat into their shells, gnash their teeth – to lift the cloak off them and take a whiff of nature’s gifts. When pushed to a corner, perhaps they attempt suicide, because they are already living in hell anyway. Why do you think some people are so big on work-life balance?
4. Need – a motivation
We have different needs. Each need becomes a source of motivation to spur us on the rat race, to encourage us to fall in love with abandon, to live life to the maximum and to give our passion our 100%.
But “need” we all must have, because it is a desire to live, to breathe, to feel.
Sitting through coffee sessions or a simple phone conversation with two pairs of great friends had me laughing about Osim’s knack of producing products that serve alternative purposes.
I was out on a rampage for the Rabbit (not the one that eats carrots) for a potential birthday present, when good girl-friend A suggested Osim’s uVibe. (see picture below) This new vibrator massager from Osim had me wondering what kind of a marketing team they have – with the tagline, Think vibrating massage. Think Osim’s uVibe. Oh yeah, I definitely will – considering how uVibe bears a startling resemblance to dildos in general.
Good couple-friends girl B and guy B had me howling when they proudly announced their best purchase in recent times, having grabbed an iGallop (also an Osim product) at an amazingly low price during one of those private amongst-friends garage sale.
Besides their enthusiasm in geting some exercise and abs workout going amidst their busy schedules in front of the television, these two obviously had other plans in mind when they went garage-shopping for iGallop. I listened with one eyebrow raised and an amused look when girl B ranted about how it took them too many tumbles onto the floor when they introduced this gadget into their bedroom schedule. My abs had a workout by themselves when I laughed to guy B’s exclamation of “Hey, there’s a handle for me to hold on to lahhhh! I should have known better than to try to balance our both selves with my own core strength alone.“
A quick read on iGallop’s functions summarized into – The Trot, The Gallop and The Circuit. It is left to my imagination to how well those two dear friends of mine have adjusted to the different exercise modes, but Osim certainly had it going for them – at least they appeal to both the unfit and lazy group of people who don’t like to run but want to lose weight, as well as to the saucier group like my darling friends.
I’ll sure be on a lookout for the next garage sale – who knows when I may need one of this yeah?
Love the way your body is
Love the way it moves like this
Love how your body sways
Walkin’ dancin’ groovin’ by the day
ALAS IN THE SKINNY WORLD
SIZE SIXES AND TWIGGY LEGS BEHOLD
THERE’S NO PLACE FOR THE BIG AND BOLD
WE ARE BANISHED TO STARES SO COLD
Watch how those waves flow
From head, down the neck splaying those shoulders they go
Wispy strands of locks that tease
Tantalize, seduce with such ease
ALAS IN THE SKINNY WORLD
SIZE SIXES AND TWIGGY LEGS BEHOLD
THERE’S NO PLACE FOR THE BIG AND BOLD
WE ARE BANISHED TO STARES SO COLD
Hazel eyes reflect her soul within
Only a hint, perhaps too serene
Enigma is all she could give
To the curious, it is not what it seems.
WHY DOTH THE CATWALKS OF GLAMOUR
HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR ANYTHING MORE THAN A 25″-ER
WHY AM I STANDING IN A WORLD WHERE
MACDONALDS, CHEESEFRIES AND PRATA ARE NOT MY IDEAL FARE
IS THIS THE WAY ITS GONNA BE
OF CONTEMPT, OF ANGST, OF OBSESSIVE DIETING
OF GYM MEMBERSHIPS, OF CALORIE COUNTING
Perhaps not, that was just me “thinking”.
