Category: General Faux Pas

When bars are given stupid names.

Iā€™m not surprised that people call me a bimbo. The boyfriend calls me a bimbo. I personally donā€™t think I am *shrugs* but there are instances where I ultimately betray myself. One of such instances happened last night.

I was walking towards the gym with my gym partner. We had to walk around this huge corner shoplot still under renovation. Like every other shoplot under renovation in a shopping complex, there were makeshift walls erected with promotional posters stuck all over them.

I casually remarked, ā€œEh this dobi looks like itā€™s gonna be huge and classy looking leh. Sure expensive to wash clothesā€. Fucker then launched into a long hyena-like laugh, complete with stomach clutching and all.

dobi

ā€œItā€™s a bar, dumbass!!!!!!!! Buawahahahahahaha. Dobi? L.O.L. One one one one one oneā€. Damn loud somemore, okay.

Damn tiu. Iā€™m shortsighted and all I could see was the bigass word ā€œLaundryā€!

Stupid name.

https://www.laundrybar.blogspot.com/

My chinky chinese eyelashes.

I think Iā€™m falling sick. I have a bigass sore throat, my neckā€™s aching and my abdomen is making strange noises. It might have something to do with my Chiliā€™s cajun chicken sandwich (itā€™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 bullā€™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. Didnā€™t matter there wasnā€™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 didnā€™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 donā€™t have lashes on the centre of the eyelids.

me

Whatever.

Cheap drunk.

I had one glass of milky coffee and baileys. Iā€™m digging that stuff.

BF scolded me. Apparently, I would sleep way past dinnertime and all that shite.

I said I didnā€™t taste no alcohol and I wonā€™t fall asleep.

Few hours later, ā€œW00t! I just woke up with half my face covered in droolā€¦ā€

BF: ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦.

At least, itā€™s not even dinnertime yet.

3 posts in a day. Yeah, I should bloody get a job now. ROTFLOL.