i'm not a monkey in a cage.
yesterday wasn't exactly my day. because there was training. what first got my mood lousy was seeing 2 seniors don't know talk what about me when they see me. the situation was like they walk past me i wave to the one in front then the 2 behind hide behind her and then whisper something. then after we passed each other i looked back they were still saying something looking at me. angry. regardless what they say.
then the pageant thing is also damn fucked up. one whole long story. all the clubbing dancing shaking cat-walking wear heels wear make-up act sexy act bitchy act bimbotic hold hands hold waist wear low low short short reveal as much as possible force everyone to conform kind of things...
i have already lost my eyebrows. they are now in the process of growing back. god knows how long that will take. i'm so angry.
the worst part during training will have people walk by curious see what you are learning. i feel like a chimpanzee taught how to do tricks so that the trainer can put us on stage to entertain the audiences and earn money. especially when all the trainings are in enclosed area with window opening. then we have to do everything the trainer says if not we'll be scolded or disciplined. and if we diligently follow instructions then we will be treated nicely and sweetly.
bitch.