Bimbo-ism 123

Sometimes I wonder what is it like to being bimbotic. You know how ignorance is always such a bliss, and perhaps if you think the world is sunshine, and people smiling at you means they are genuine, and when you can't do anything (because you're the bimbo remember) there are always loads of people willing to help you (bimbo once again - pretty face), and you don't once suspect their intentions because you're freaking bimbotic everyone in bimbotic world is nice and smiley. 


And you get great gorgeous blond hair and totally pull it off. 


Life is so great ain't it. 


Trust me imagining the bimbo world isn't all I day dream about. I wonder how is it like to be schizophrenic as well. To have the whole world think you're crazy, and judge you, and avoid you, just because you can't help being born this way (no one plans on being a schizo), and you can trust no one on earth because you don't know if they're real or they're your hallucinations. 


So scary.


And I definitely wonder what it's like to be rich. I could definitely use a self pampering spa from head to toe plus manicures and pedicures in my own lavender scented room. (My room is lavender scented at the moment - bought a reed diffuser with my cvs coupon which makes it end up to one buck which is rock cheap).


Well, sunlight and sea breeze spa tomorrow. Lets just hope there is a decent tree for me to sit under. 

If only beaches here as as nice as those in Lang Tengah.

Bimbo moment.