Woke up early this morn to drag my bedraggled self to gym.. only to reach there and find out my class was canceled. AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!! While i stood there frustrated, my fats immediately invited the calories and threw a celebration party. 8P
Since it was too early to go anywhere, i decided to come home and do laundry instead. While waiting for my clothes to finish it's 'spinning' (heck..at least some get a workout), i flipped through the newspapers... GUHHHHH. An article about the Beijing Olympics 2008 and this is what it said:
For women hoping to become hostesses at next year's Olympic Games medal ceremonies, here come the criteria: no tattoos, no big bottoms, and cut down on the earrings.
Tattoos and earrings tend to look sleazy, while big bottoms could stick out too much, state media reported yesterday, quoting officials selecting candidates for medal ceremonies and other protocol activities.
Okaaayyy... i'm already annoyed for not getting a workout today. This definitely doesn't help either. Not that i'm hoping to be a games hostess or anything of that sort.. but when you're sitting there feeling sorry for yourself, any little excuse is as good a reason to wallow in self-pity. ;P
Of course, this is too 'juicy' a topic to savour alone, so i sms-ed Mal & Siryn about it. Mal just went "Sigh... sorry babes, guess that's one more career option gone for us eh?". Hahaha... wherelse Siryn replied "if they want to discriminate that way, then big boobs should be out too since they could 'stick out' too much as well". 8D Riiighht.... there's another strike out for me then. ROTFL....
Nothing like a few girl-friends to lighten up the moment. I love my 'optimistic' friends.. in every size/height they come in.
Heck.. and who's to say we lack shape or curves?!?! 'Round' is a shape and it's a never-ending curve. So there!!! ;)
3 comments:
Dear Amelia..It never ceases to amaze me to see that the only ladies that go for exercise or that go to the "lose weight" clinics are skinny to begin with, while the rest of us fat-so ladies just keep pushing in the food and sitting around!!..Love Terry
I posted the article in the "Foul, Drunk and Hostile Bellydancer" forum, and it was a hit ;)
Some choice replies:
"How does a big bottom translate to sleazy?? I don't get it."
"These are the Chinese. If they could get away with having robots do it, they would. In lue (sic) of that, they want women who all look the same. My best friend is an Olympic athlete and he likes women with hips. Obviously they didn't poll the athletes before forming this opinion =P"
"Hmmm...I think I'll get a few tattoos, put on my gaudiest earrings and fly my fat ass over to Beijing. If the fact that each one of my boobs is bigger than anyone on the Beijing Institute os Protocols heads doesn't scramble what's left their little pea-brains, I'll sit on the bastards. "
"Oh gosh darn gee whiz. What was once the imagined apex of my life is now dashed to small little bits, 'tis now an impossible dream. I'm working on tattoo number ten and have a fantastically round booty. Life is officially over for me. *sobs in consoling pint of Ben & Jerry's*"
"Guess I'll cash in those tickets to Beijing then...looks like I'm out of a job. I think the septum ring and giant asssss would probably send them into fits. Fits of what I'm not sure...just fits. Why don't they just get kids to do it then??? Y'know, flat-chested, no-butted, piercingless, to-young-to-be-legally-tattooed girls??? "
"Yet another fat-a$$ed, tattoed, 11 ear piercingings, and tan, not glossy, skinned gal whose heart has been forever rent in twain by the strict codes of physical existence enforced by the officials of Beijing.
DARN YOU, VOLUPTUOUS GENES! WHy hast thou tortured me with thy curve-cursed presence! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
P/S: We're not all (always) foul, drunk or hostile, but we do speak our minds ;)
~Siryn
Hahahaha.. you ppl ARE THE BEST!!! I fell off my chair reading your comments.
I do go to the gym regularly to stay fit... but to quote Bridget Jones "and i'll always be a bit fat". ;P
We should celebrate...
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