There's more to life than cellulites.

Even with all the money in the world, celebrities still have to go through the ups and downs of life.

Especially women and their weight management.

In fact, they have an even bigger pressure to stay in great shape.

Paparazzi are like vultures. Always on the lookout to capture less-than-motivating shots of celebrities.

From Discover My s...

Tyra Banks

From Discover My s...

Jennifer Love Hewitt

Magazines have a problem with these ladies looking less than perfect.

But me. I salute them.

Because shots like these make us mere mortals feel more....human.

For me, at least.

When I see photographs like the ones above, I say to myself,

"Lizzie, it's okay to be imperfect. Even the most beautiful has flaws."

It's about time we start focusing on our strengths rather than our weaknesses.

They may have cellulites and what-have-yous BUT most importantly, they are enjoying themselves.

I love myself, imperfections and all.

Alhamdullillah.

And hip-hip-hooray to Tyra by shooting back to all that has nothing but negativity when people look diffrent from the norm.

Anyways, what is the norm?

Anorexic thin?

Nope, there is no such thing as the norm!

No way, Jose!

We are all built differently.

The norm is what I am comfortable in.

The norm is when I look in the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm gorgeous!"

The norm is when MyBabyLuv looks at me in the eyes and assure me that "Honey, I love you for all that you are. Losing 10kgs all by yourself is a huge achievement. Be proud of yourself, babe."

The norm is what I say is the norm.

Not what is defined by any magazines in the world. Nah ah.

You go, Tyra!

Free to do whatever

What is your take on Public Display of Affection?

Frankly, it does make me want to puke bucketloads if I see it but generally, I would just turn away and blush. (For whatever reason, I would be the one to blush. Madness)

But usually, I could not care less about PDA as long as the couple:

- does not block the door of an overcrowded train

- does not come into contact with me in any way

- knows to keep their volume down

- does not hold up a queue line

This is a an effing free country.

You don't like then you don't see.

Simple as that.

Just our darn luck to have ran into that effing sexually-deprived apek.

Oh well.

I am only human

Yesterday, individuals in some parts of Singapore celebrated their big day with their loved ones.

Yesterday, this one particular individual (No prize guessing who it is) in this particular part of Singapore (Paterson Road) cried berbaldi-baldi bucketloads.

I know I will sound like a weakling by saying this but the pressure was just too much for me.

School started 5 days ago and my workload kept piling up.

It's like there was no end to it.

I felt angry and powerless and irritated.

Yup, and so I cried.

Thank God, I cried.

It made me feel better.

I was just afraid that I may not be able to handle my partner's working demands as well as personal things that I would need to handle come next year.

Yeah, I hear what you're saying.

Kanchiong lah, Liz.

Well, what's new, right? I am well-known for being a kanchiong spider.

I was just worried, you know.

Now that my emotions are more in control, I feel a bit silly. Heh.

I am stronger than that.

Like the saying goes, what does not kill you can only make you stronger.

I will get through this phase and be a much better individual.

Insya ALLAH.

My (lazy days) are numbered.

The only thing that separates my freedom to laze at home and running around like a headless chicken in school is the weekend.

It seemed like only yesterday that I was packing up for a new school year.

Malasnyer nak pergi sekolah!