Here's what I wrote on my black book about today's outing.

"Today we went to this make-up session that my mum and/or dad often attends during the weekends. It's not exactly make-up but rather a facial rejuvenation session where your face gets to be treated like royalty. The thought of that is fascinating, doesn't it?

Anyways, I'm sitting at this corner, looking at some of odd things that usually happen in here. It was my first time here and I dare say, it was pretty hilarious. This is by far, I think, the stupidest things human do. Does walking around with your face plastered with gray clay make beauty? No seriously, I think they look like living zombies from the 19th century movies. The clay they called 'mud mask' looks like as if it can be used to make ceramic toilet bowls. This, I must say, is how far it drives human to discover beauty. Shocking but true."

10 to 20 minutes later.

"I'm now looking at my mum, peeling off the extra skin off her nose. It's gross if you would to see it. And now they are observing the miracle that had happened on the nose. It looks to me that it was some miracle that had peeled of your nose hairs and unblock your clogged nostrils that is. Very fascinating. Maybe this should be made a biology practical lesson on nose peelers huh?

And to tell you the truth, my fellow readers, it's not just the feminine counterpart that is all fussy and wimpy about this session. Not surprisingly, the male species too roam the make-up world. Pfft metrosexuals. It must be the nearing of world doom.

We are now anticipating the arrival of my cousin. Not as if she's big celebrity or what but you know..."

Thirty minutes later.

"She's still not here yet. Maybe she's caught up in a traffic jam."

After that, I stopped writing cause it seemed to me that it's of no use anymore. My cousin never came because she had to catch a movie at 5.

To conclude this, I say it is all a waste of a bloody hell of a time. Been there, done that.





Yesterday, I borrowed a very interesting book. Myra and Diana had read it so I told myself that I had to read it somehow. I happened to be at the library (happened because I don't know where to go after the prayers instead of going home) and I thought well, why not catch up on book reading since it's been ages. The last book I read was Memoirs of A Geisha which was a really touching story. Read it if you must cause the movie suck. I watched it and it suck. Believe me it suck. Well, I think you get the point.

Anyways, I borrowed Sue Townsend's Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction. It's pretty witty and hilarious. I'm halfway through the book.

Oh yes. I watched Take The Lead, the story about this man who taught ordinary punked ass students to ballroom dance and mixed it with some hiphop. The dance steps are effing cool! I followed but got lost in the knots. I'm going to watch Scary Movie 4 and maybe Mission Impossible 3. Yay movie marathon tomorrow!






PS: I'm cutting my hair shorter again tomorrow. It'll be so fetch!
PPS: Maybe I'm opening up the Gallery tomorrow. MAYBE.
PPPS: Thank you for squinting your eyes to read this :]