Mad ranting about girls and of a girl

I've just spent the last hour trying to figure out what I want to wear tomorrow. Girls are funny that way. When the mood strikes, we think of how we want to doll ourselves up even though there's no special occasion, saved for the ladies' night.

Recently, we chanced upon a magazine left behind by the previous housemate, who is a Japanese. Vivi, the magazine from hell, has tonnes of gorgeous clothes that had us pouring ourselves over and rushing for the calculator to convert the Japanese yen into local dollars, so that we could comfort ourselves by saying there's no way we can afford that now. In Vivi, we also found a model who made us understand there is no fairness in this world.

Did I mention that she has a more than ample bosom and symmetrical moles on both side on her face? Now, try and beat that!