Month: February 2006

I couldn’t be a psychobitch. I’m perfect.

Bought a pair of heels and slippers at a steal in Vincci. Only about RM40 damage. Me love the bargains!!!

Jayna’s sister, Marcia got married over the weekend. I’ve known Marcia for as long as I’ve known Jayn. I’m very happy for her. It’s a lovely wedding, and Jayna’s kooky relatives made it all the better.

Like everyone, I’m still perpetually learning about this boy/girl relationship. At times, I’d be so happy that I would even think that I have found the answer to a perfect relationship. That of course couldn’t be further from the truth. I would be jolted back into reality whenever I get terribly offended or upset over seemingly harmless things. And I would for a split second wish I were single again and not be emotionally dependable on anyone.

Here is a question for the men, do you think it’s okay for your better half to be offended if she’s not included by proxy into your outing with your mutual friends? And for the women, will you be offended if you’re not included by proxy into the outing with your mutual friends? (For the women again) I mean lets face it, doesn’t really matter whether we want to go isn’t it? That’s our choice AFTER we’re included, isn’t it?

Oh gawd, answers. I need answers. I can’t be a psychobitch!?

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This headache is giving me the rage. ARGH!!!!

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My chinky chinese eyelashes.

I think I’m falling sick. I have a bigass sore throat, my neck’s aching and my abdomen is making strange noises. It might have something to do with my Chili’s cajun chicken sandwich (it’s not a burger, Peter!) last night. The moment I tasted the heavenly deep fried onions, I knew my throat would swell up the to size of bull’s testicles.

I was experimenting with fake eyelashes last night. Being a cheapskate, I went to Guardian and got it at RM8 a pop. I was very excited about using them, having endured 21 years of my life living day to day in a super chinky existence.

fakelash

The fake lashes. Will explain why missing one later.

supaglue

The glue that came with it

So I got up and got working. I measured the fake lashes by putting it on top of my own chinky lashes. Then I cut it to an appropriate length. Then I stuck it onto my eyelid.

More like I tried like hell to stick it onto my eyelid. When I opened the tiny bottle of glue, a whiff of industrial super glue smell hit my nostrils. I was a bit skeptical about lacing that stuff on my eyes but I thought, hey I should trust Guardian. Didn’t matter there wasn’t any instruction in English. Guardian is best.

Fat chance.

Number 1, the glue took some bloody long time to dry. Number 2, the cheap plastic lashes and my eyelids didn’t seem to be good contact surfaces. Number 3, I lost the right lashes to breeze from the fan. Number 4, I had a scare when my eyelids were glued shut together for a couple of seconds.

It was a horrendous experience to say the least. Anyway, I persevered, finally got them to stay and I realised that people don’t have lashes on the centre of the eyelids.

me

Whatever.

B.F.F. & my stupid monitor.

The girls and I have been hanging out for the past two days, catching up on gossips and mutually ruining each other’s diet.

Jayn, Looloo and moi.

Looloo’s leaving for Sabah today :( Love you babe, take care please and study good!

My monitor’s busted. Think all the filaments have exploded cause there’s no image displayed at all. When the power’s switched on, the on/off LED keeps flickering though so it might be a different problem altogether. Not like it matters anyway, I’ll still have to get a new monitor. Arghhhhhhh. Now have to resort to using my brother’s viruses/adware infested pc.

p/s: B.F.F = best friends forever