socialite's life

I know this may sound common thing happened to girls occasionally, which is, losing weight. I think I will be more fab if I’m slimmer or curvier. Not that I’m bulging fat or really fat, but it’s just human’s instinct right? Always wanting for something better. I can’t possibly follows Vi’s way by paying a private nutrition doctor and a fitness trainer to keep me healthy or buy a plate of sushi everyday or like her mom, reducing her fat by operation.

Some girls say that not eating breakfast is the best way, but I think it’s a dumb way, breakfast keep your energy boosted for the whole day isn’t it? And some other girls say to eat only 2 apples for the whole day. I think it’s worse!

If I tell Mom about this, she might say, “Sweetie, you look perfect without dieting, I’m sure you don’t need any of diet.” And that’s so not the point. I always find myself looking into the mirror and there’s this words coming out all of the sudden printed on the mirror, “you should get your weight down a little” or “try exercising with dumbbells”

Ok, I know this is sound crazy, but since the Charity Evening is going to be hold in 2 days, I need to eat something really nutritious and full of fiber for the whole day! I’ve told Vi about this and she said, “Maybe you should try diet pills or traditional massage that will lose your weight.”

The problem is: my black dress came 2 days ago and it turns out to be too small for me!

DISASTER!

I really need to wear that dress for that I’ve paid a lot of money and I need to look pretty in the event!

And so I made my decision to eat less for the day. I wake up at 6.30 and take a bath then when I go downstairs, there’s Mom, taking out a tray full of Blueberry Muffins! My favorite! I really want to eat those, but…..hmmph….I have to eat less! So I take an apple instead.

The days at school are much better than at home. Maybe it’s because our canteen never serves us something delicious. They always give us a carton box of milk, a plate of veggies and a plate of something with carbs. Today, they serve us a tray full of: soups, milk (again), pastries, celery, rice, and chicken.

Vi says I should only eat celery and soups if I want to get slimmer, and I follow her suggestion. It taste really bad and I almost puke on the plate. I know from the start that I was born not to do diets in any way! But I need it now.

When I get back home, usually I take a packet of chips and grounded myself in my bedroom, browsing internet. But now I take my dusty dumbbells from the attic and browse internet for some tips exercising with dumbbells. Oh my god! It’s only a day but it feels like I’ve done it a whole week!

At 7 p.m my stomach starts to growl. I take a glass of fruit juice and quickly get back to my room so that I don’t smell the delicious grave from the corn soup that my Mom’s making downstairs. I have to make myself busy! Anything, anything! I furiously think and finally I phone Vi and ended in discussion about dresses and chocolates (which makes me even more hungrier).

Finally, the BIG day come. I haven’t eaten anything since I woke up and when I try my dress again, magically somehow, It fits! Thanks God! All my starvings are paid back! It’s Satuday, so I have to do my part-time job first on 4 p.m. but of course I had set everything up so that when I get back home, I can find everything I need in no time.

I start to feel my stomach churns as I walk closer to Sanctuary. I open the door to find Ian and a cashier girl inside. They are chatting when I come in. “Hi!” Ian greets me. “Welcome to Sanctuary! This is Diane, she’s the cashier and we’re the shop keeper.” Ian introduces the cashier girl to me and we smile at each other. Then, he passes me a plastic-wrapped uniform that I should wear. It’s not that bad actually unless the collar is purple and the shirt is cream. So NOT! I thought since Heidy is a designer, at least she could make a better uniform for her mother’s workers.

After I slipped myself into that uniform, my first customer comes in. and I’m so nervous! What if I say something wrong about the advantage of each of the aromatherapy? And what about if she asks whether we take a flower sending service?

Ian whispers to me as the woman walks in, “there, your first customer! Be good! Don’t be nervous, relax and recommend her for some other stuff.” He pushes my back softly as a sign to assist the customer. She is a business-like woman with a blonde plaited hair. She looks tense and is looking at the aromatherapy rack. I know what I should do rightaway! She must be stressed and she needs a relax-smelled aromatherapy.

I walk closer to her and say, “Hi! May I help you?” now that sounds like a professional stylists at Barneys. “Actually I’m looking for an aromatherapy…”

“I know exactly what you need! This Lavender aromatherapy is the best to unwind stressed tension. It can make you more relax and…..and…” omg! I ran out of words!

“and it has a calming effect.” Ian suddenly says, completed my stupid unfinished line.

The woman takes the Lavender from my hand and smells it. “Actually, I need a stronger one. It’s for my boyfriend. I would like to have an aromatherapy for the date tonight.” She says sheepishly.

Oh. So she’s not tense after all… ok.. that’s good.

“Try this one. Patchouli always works!” I hand a bottle of Patchouli aromatherapy. Lucky for me that I have ever read that somewhere in magazine. “Oh ok. Thanks!”

She buys the Patchouli aromatherapy and a scented Lavender candles. Phew! So.. that was my first experience to work! Not long after that, a couple of what look like a newly wed comes in. This time, Ian assists them. Without warnings, I stare at Ian’s well-built body. His skin is so smooth and tan. And his muscles are good and his hair is always a mess (in a good way).

“You like him, huh?” Diane’s voice suddenly interrupts my eyes and that second, I just realized that I’m looking at him. “What? No! of course not!” I can feel my cheeks blush, but I quickly look to the door, turn my back to Diane so she can’t see my face.

“Oh yea? Sure?” she asks more, teasing me.

“Of course not! I like him in a friendly way… besides….I already have a boyfriend!” I say without thinking. She stares at me, “Really?” and I nod surely.

WHAT AM I DOING? I don’t have any boyfriend!

“well, actually….” I was going to clarify things when the newly wed couple comes to the cashier and Diane has to assist them. When the couple has gone, Ian joins us again which makes me can’t clarify my statement to Diane. Well, I can tell her tomorrow.

The clock shows me that my work time has finished. I quickly take my bag and run to the door. “Hey! Why are you so fast? We are going to ask you to go to Starbucks!” Ian say.

“I’m sorry! I have an event to attend. Bye all!” I shut the door and quickly catch a bus to my house. Vi has called me for the 5^th times, she’s ready and she’s going to pick me up! Oh my god!

I run to my room in horror and take a bath, put some make-ups and slip the dress in. I have mastered a 5-minute make-up for everyday use and so I put some foundation and powder on my face. Then a silvery eye shadows, thick eye liners that makes my eyes amazing. Then a lip gloss, a pink blush, and sprayed myself a sample of Paris Hilton’s perfume, Heiress.

I put a silver flower necklace around my neck and there, I look fab! I admire myself in the mirror and put something here and there for perfection. Then my phone rings, Vi’s car is already parked in front of my house. This time, she rides her Mom’s brand new limousine.

I take my silver clutch and go downstairs. Mom and the twins are sitting in the living room. “Wow! You look fabulous!” Mom says when she looks at me. What? Have I just heard my Mom says “fabulous”?

“Wow! Yea. You look prettier than usual!” Nicho says and Nathan agrees. Ok folks, I ran out of time!

After kissing my Mom’s cheek and say good bye to the twins, I get in Vi’s car. “Wow! You look….amazing, Sugar! And you’re slimmer! And you’re sparkling!” Vi compliments. I grin although “sparkling” is not the best word to describe a good appearance. I look at her and she's looking totally VIP. she wears this amazing short purple dress from Vera Wang and a hot stilletos by Choo. her hair is curly and she looks just like a walking Mischa Barton's wardrobe.

“To The Goddess..” Vi instructs the driver.

“Yes ma’am.”

and we're sliding on the wheels, passing the lights of downtown and people passing by. they all stare at our cool limo and maybe they're guessing who's inside..

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