An 8 / 10!
Now this is kind of interesting...
Yesterday, I shamelessly made one of my guy friends give two other girls I sort of know a beauty rating.
I made him look at their Facebook profile pictures - and everyone knows that people put up their best shots on their profile pix.
The first girl, we shall call her SS, got a 5 out of 10. Why? I thought she was pretty sexy and stuff, but no, my guy friend had high standards, he said she looked dated, trying too hard.
The second girl, he rated a little higher. Six out of 10. Miss Wild Chick, as he called her, got it because she looked more funky, but he didn't like her attitude, again with the trying too hard.
Man, tough judge, so I mustered my courage, shot a picture of myself at that point, lying in bed, no pretty eye make-up to make my eyes look bigger, looking tired, teary, and half-asleep. Ok, rate this I said.
Ahah!
He gave me an 8 out of 10. I mean, we're friends, but still.
He said even though I was make-up-less, tired, and half asleep, I gained points for looking sweet, I was prettier than the other two, and I looked natural.
That did make my day, I have to admit.
The beauty bug did strike me a little late in life, but I guess, all girls do want to look pretty, right? Nobody wants to be ugly- or lonely, as Ricky Martin might say.
ser @ 10:38 pm
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From the mouths of babes
So he was sprawled out on my giant bed, fluffing up my pillows, trying to find a comfy spot, sticking one of my mini pillows under his knees...
And he found the plushie rose he had given me and was playing with it, swinging it around, poking me in the side with it, as we both critiqued the performances on American Idol.
Sidenote: He can't believe that with so many millions of Americans, this is the kind of quality they could find for America's biggest talent show?
During a commercial break, I looked over at him, and my eyes travelled down to where his index finger had found the rose bud, and was stuck right in the middle, where he'd stopped midway subconsciously, his attention on the TV screen.
I looked into his eyes, and said innocently:
"Sweetie, you've put your finger in my flower."
He stared at me for a moment, then cracked up and hugged me.
I won the night's prize for best one-liner.
ser @ 08:57 pm
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Household chores
I just thought of a really cool thing to say about my chores.
Well, the chores aren't cool, but in the midst of complaining to someone about the amount of scrubbing I have to do, I came up with this:
"I have to go home and scrub my toilets and house until it sparkles like one of those damned Twilight vampires."
Inspired, I must say. hehe.
ser @ 09:17 pm
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