Henna Tattoos!

Hello from the classrooms of Nanyang Polytechnic! Everyone's going up for their presentations now, and I'm pretty bored, so let's blog! (;

There's lots of things going on in the atrium in school today. Lot's of shops selling food, clothes, accessories, adorable trinkets, and.. HENNA TATTOOING. *claps claps* I think this is why I like Poly so much better than Secondary School - there's always something interesting happening.

So this is the before shot, when she had first finished drawing the henna. 

To be completely honest, I have never gotten a henna tattoo before in all 18 years of my life, so it was quite an interesting to see how she drew it. I love the intricate details, it's just so beautiful. If I had more money, I would probably have done the $10 henna tattoo - mine costed $5 - because it would have been bigger. And BIGGER IS BETTER. Ha ha.

I was also surprised that the henna ink smelled like spices. In fact it smelled like Chai Tea! Which is my favourite drink at Starbucks! The Chai Tea Latte! (Yummy, smells like Christmas in a cup).

My friends told me that the best thing to do is to wait until the ink get's all dry and peels off by itself. But if you know me (like really know me), you would know I have no patience and I always want to see the results immediately. So... after half an hour I scraped it off myself. ><

This is the end result!!

I was a bit disappointed that the ink colour was so light. It looks dark here, but it's actually bright orange. Is it supposed to be like that? I'm not sure. But regardless of what, it really is pretty. (;

Yay! Alright I should really be getting back to class now. Thanks for reading!

Samantha.

Tell me it'll end soon.

When can I be happy?

The Core Challenge and other ramblings

Hello, beautiful people! Yes, I know it's been a long time, and it's probably because I'm a fat lazy pig who just doesn't feel like blogging. BUT I'M BACK. And today I'll be talking about something that I've been working on.

For those who know me, I am a big insecure mess about my body. I don't really care whether or not people think I'm skinny, because to me, I. am. just. not. And the worse part? I'm always sooo hungry. I keep eating, I'm like the snack monster and oh how I hate it.

It was so much better in Secondary School when I was much of a loner and nobody would tempt me to eat rubbish. I could diet as much as I wanted and stick to it because I could. But now, even though I'm blessed with wonderful friends, I end up eating more because they love to eat. It doesn't help that there's a McDonald's in my school either. *sobs* Now don't misunderstand, I love my friends, but I wish they could understand and motivate me so I don't always feel like a jiggly fat blob.

Oh yes, what I'm working on :

Ta-dahhh. A church mate of mine introduced me to this 100 day challenge. I've been doing it for two weeks, and I guess I do feel a bit more fit than usual even though I don't really see any difference in my body. I really pray it works though cos 'm just desperate to slim down.

My biggest problem with this workout would be the side plank. I just can't. I feel like I'm crushing my arm all the time and it hurts sooo bad. So what I do is that I use the cheat method and just balance on my knees instead of on my toes like the woman in the picture. The entire workout takes about 15 minutes or less if you do everything consecutively. But sometimes I get so tired I just stop halfway and take a few minutes break.

So yes, that's what I've been doing.

And another thing that's been affecting me is the parents-and-boyfriend issue. They just don't accept him. Even though I'm supposed to come back and talk to them about it, I'm just so scared of rejection that I can't bring myself to. I know they care about me but I wish they would respect my decision.

I'm not a bad daughter. I do my best to make the proud. I try hard. I've always listened to them, always stuck to my moral values, even though it cost me many friends who were valuable to me because I couldn't do the things they did. Why can't they just support me on this decision. Sigh..

Whatever tricks God is playing, it's making me feel shitty on the inside and on the outside. Every day it haunts me. When will this be over. WHEN.


Good luck to me.

Samantha.