morgueville,heartland living.

i think i am a metrosexual.
really. i think i am. on a sort of 'in-denial' stage but i think i am. think i made a pretty bad-cmi one though. but you can't blame me. i do not have enough monetary fundings to feed these metrosexual tendencies. the moolah my folks gave me just aren't enough to get clinque or biotherm hommes skincare products. and sadly i'm not blessed with skin as clear as a nun's conscience so right now i'm surviving on my sister's clean and clear.

yes. i'm pretty vain. zits scare me more than alfred hitchcock's black-and-whites. i worry about my receding hairline at the ripe old age of 17. i indulge in retail therapy on a habitual basis. i spend eons in the bathroom looking into the mirror. i read men's health.

yet lately, i realised it is pretty difficult to live upon a metrosexual life. jc life just do not allow that. i hardly have time to stick to my 7-cups water regime. and i try my best to at least slap on oxy 10 before i hit the sack. i have not seen the gym for months. and the last time i bought a new tee-shirt under my name was 2 bloody months ago. and gawd. i actually looks forward to friday because the muslim stall is serving beryani rice! what. the. hell. and my best friend now is my project work file.

so once again, i have since embark on a new resolution. i swear on fruits during breaks and spend a maximum of 2 bucks a day on food. i shall give up waiting for my mum to give an allowance raise and instead, do the POSB way. save.
and hoorah! semi-full-fledged metrosexual life is on its way! stop laughing gary. you are one of us.