I'm just discovering the things on my new 3 network phone. I found out it can publish photos to blog (duurr..), and so if you see random oversized photos, that's just me sending photos while I'm out.. and I'll try to resize them as soon as I remember and have the time to sit down and type.
The temperature is dropping everyday and I still haven't gotten round to wearing a winter coat, it's still hoodies and sweatshirts for me. Cashmere and sweaters can wait. Most of the people I hang around with don't bother very much with what's in and out, they're just basically wearing what they're most comfortable with, be it shorts and a t-shirt or just jeans topped off with a Loughborough uni hoodie.
The other girls, say the ones from my course.. or whatever Asian chick that you see around here walk with their LV bags, Gucci sunglasses, oh I don't know.. CD boots? and perfect make up. It drives me up a wall because I promised myself that I wouldn't be like that, but oh god..how I would kill to be like that. But that would mean waking up in the morning, making sure my skin doesn't break out, putting on a 'pretty' face.. I dunno. That doesn't sound very much like me. When I really think about it, the only time I wear make up is when I know I've got time to dress up (which is like a rare occasion on school days) or I've got something going on, you know, that sort of thing. So why bother when you know no one's going to look at you anyway? When you get right down to it, the only people who really look at you are the girls, because we (me, anyway) compare ourselves to each other. I'm in uni sitting down at a table then some girl passes by and I'd look. I would probably end up making a face, it's usually just because of jealousy.. nyarr "love the dress. hate her" syndrome :-P
When I first came to uni, all I wore were basic t-shirts and jeans. I'm starting to notice that I'm begining to care about how I look when I step out of the house, how I wish I didn't have such panda eyes, how I wish my face would clear up. Oh god. No matter how many different kinds of products I use, how much effort I put in to help my skin clear up.. it's soooo not happening. :-( Nyar. I miss my facials back home.
Then there's the fact that I have to budget my money. I have to manage my money properly to make sure I'll survive the month. I try to anyway. I keep telling myself that I don't really need that jacket, that top, that skirt.. pft. You only live once, why not indulge yourself into the sucking world of fashion? Not that any of the shirts I pick look anything like what you might be thinking. It's just tops, the occasional everyday typical top you can throw over any type of jeans, skirts, leggings. That sort of thing.
I went to the Halloween Ball with some of the boys last week, I had a blast even though every now and then the thoughts of class tests, coursework etc. kept popping in but I managed to shrug that off and didn't come back until late. I even dragged myself to wake up the next day to get to a 9am tutorial.
I think I've mentioned somewhere (probably not) that I've joined the Loughborough photosoc. We have meets every Thursday evening and last night was uhmm.. a learning exprience? I learnt how to take photos at night. LOL. Yah, and I now know how to change my shutter speed, play with the ISO thingie (no idea what it stands for, but it has something to do with grainy bits in photos..), etc etc. But as Mustanir and I did last week, we came, we sat down, giggled, played with the camera a bit and left as soon as they said they were going to go walk around uni to take some night photos. I was sooo not in the mood to walk in the frigging cold, so we ran off, jumped into the car and went home before setting off again with my housemates to play netball. :-) The boys came along as well, and they still have a lot to learn about the game..but at least we're doing something together.
I wonder what's going on for the Brunei Soc that's suppose to happen in a few weeks. I'm looking forward to that :-)
10pm and I've got an early day tomorrow, playing for the Malaysia Nottingham games.
night.
love,
yasmin.
xxxx
The temperature is dropping everyday and I still haven't gotten round to wearing a winter coat, it's still hoodies and sweatshirts for me. Cashmere and sweaters can wait. Most of the people I hang around with don't bother very much with what's in and out, they're just basically wearing what they're most comfortable with, be it shorts and a t-shirt or just jeans topped off with a Loughborough uni hoodie.
The other girls, say the ones from my course.. or whatever Asian chick that you see around here walk with their LV bags, Gucci sunglasses, oh I don't know.. CD boots? and perfect make up. It drives me up a wall because I promised myself that I wouldn't be like that, but oh god..how I would kill to be like that. But that would mean waking up in the morning, making sure my skin doesn't break out, putting on a 'pretty' face.. I dunno. That doesn't sound very much like me. When I really think about it, the only time I wear make up is when I know I've got time to dress up (which is like a rare occasion on school days) or I've got something going on, you know, that sort of thing. So why bother when you know no one's going to look at you anyway? When you get right down to it, the only people who really look at you are the girls, because we (me, anyway) compare ourselves to each other. I'm in uni sitting down at a table then some girl passes by and I'd look. I would probably end up making a face, it's usually just because of jealousy.. nyarr "love the dress. hate her" syndrome :-P
When I first came to uni, all I wore were basic t-shirts and jeans. I'm starting to notice that I'm begining to care about how I look when I step out of the house, how I wish I didn't have such panda eyes, how I wish my face would clear up. Oh god. No matter how many different kinds of products I use, how much effort I put in to help my skin clear up.. it's soooo not happening. :-( Nyar. I miss my facials back home.
Then there's the fact that I have to budget my money. I have to manage my money properly to make sure I'll survive the month. I try to anyway. I keep telling myself that I don't really need that jacket, that top, that skirt.. pft. You only live once, why not indulge yourself into the sucking world of fashion? Not that any of the shirts I pick look anything like what you might be thinking. It's just tops, the occasional everyday typical top you can throw over any type of jeans, skirts, leggings. That sort of thing.
I went to the Halloween Ball with some of the boys last week, I had a blast even though every now and then the thoughts of class tests, coursework etc. kept popping in but I managed to shrug that off and didn't come back until late. I even dragged myself to wake up the next day to get to a 9am tutorial.
I think I've mentioned somewhere (probably not) that I've joined the Loughborough photosoc. We have meets every Thursday evening and last night was uhmm.. a learning exprience? I learnt how to take photos at night. LOL. Yah, and I now know how to change my shutter speed, play with the ISO thingie (no idea what it stands for, but it has something to do with grainy bits in photos..), etc etc. But as Mustanir and I did last week, we came, we sat down, giggled, played with the camera a bit and left as soon as they said they were going to go walk around uni to take some night photos. I was sooo not in the mood to walk in the frigging cold, so we ran off, jumped into the car and went home before setting off again with my housemates to play netball. :-) The boys came along as well, and they still have a lot to learn about the game..but at least we're doing something together.
I wonder what's going on for the Brunei Soc that's suppose to happen in a few weeks. I'm looking forward to that :-)
10pm and I've got an early day tomorrow, playing for the Malaysia Nottingham games.
night.
love,
yasmin.
xxxx
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