sheduled outage at 7.00pm pst

That's it. Today is the end of my feminist-ism. I don't give a heed to it anymore.
As you can see, being a feminist means coming to an extend to changing the normal clothes to wear whenever you step out from the house. (Or in the other words, making me do something that I don't like.) Today I was wearing this embroidered blouse with my brown pants and slipped into my slip-in shoes and even styled my hair in a girlish-manner and a necklace. YEAH WTF MAN. I had to be self-conscious of myself so as my lip gloss won't be smeared to my outer lips and eyelids heavily eyelined and mascara-ed. I wasn't being myself. I was just upholding my feminist-ism. Until.....

....the moment I went back home I quickly slipped out from my blouse and into my t-shirt and REMOVED every bit of my make-up. Hello, old ruggard me. I love myself this way. Make-up less, tomboy-ish and messy hair.

I swear to myself not to be in this style anymore.
I am so gonna revert back to my old way of wearing my t-shirt and jeans/army pants, and my endless collection of chunky bracelets hanging on both wrists and of course, my all-time beloved high-cuts. Nothing could beat the rocker style. WAHAHAA. And wait, my hair- messily done, not unkempt.

MWAHAHHAHAHHAA.

Byebye feminist-ism. I shan't look back.


What in the name of my sister's black bra is Brownie doing under the bed.......?
Sorry, random.