Today is just another one of those semi-normal days. It's the first day of classes after the holidays. I know I haven't written anything during the holidays. I had too much fun! I mean, seriously, I know you would love to hear above my bad days than my good days. I mean good days are not that interesting. Even if I do say so myself.
No particularly good news during the holidays except I got myself a Magic 8-ball!!!!! For those of you who don't know what it is, you're supposed to ask a yes/no question to it and shake it and it'll give an answer. I love it!!! Actually I think it's quite true. Well it's also conceited. Really conceited.
It was this one time i asked the ball if I should hug my boyfriend and it says I should. So my boyfriend says "It's a good thing you have an 8-ball!" Well, I wasn't convinced about that so I decided to ask the 8-ball and see it's answer. So my first question:
"Is it a good thing to have this 8-ball?"
8-ball answer: "Without a doubt."
Next question:
"Is this 8-ball true?"
8-ball answer: "As I see it yes."
Really, can you see the conceitedness of this 8-ball? Well, if you're like me and can't decide on a lot of things, I totally recommend it to you. The 8-ball decided my lunch for me today!
Another thing to convince you this 8-ball is not all bulls**t, is what happened today. The 8-ball was a big hit in class where everone wants to ask questions like who's going to win the FA cup to who they're going to marry one day. This involves Aimi. First Kevin asked if Aimi is pretty and it says "Very doubtful." Then Aimi herself asks if she's pretty and the 8-ball gave negative answers(twice!!). So if that doesn't convince you, nothing else will. The ball really tells it to your face!
Others things that happened over the holidays:
1. Got back together with my bf/exbf. I know you will say you saw that coming. Man, I don't know why I keep on ending up with him. Ee Fei calls him my husband. Aimi says he's my bf/ex/husband. People keeps on saying I'll marry him one day. C'mon give me a break.
2. Good Charlotte concert. I went to the concert. It was okay. The lead singer(one of the Maddens) keeps on saying how he loves Malaysia(bulls**t) and how he wants to move here(more bulls**t). Don't know why he's got to win over fans in his own concert. Wait, maybe I do know. It's cause most people there got free tickets. That's why they even bother to go.
3. Learned new things. I learned Girlfirend magazine is made out of 100% recycled paper. I feel much less guilty of buying them.
4. Finish my money. One word. Birthdays. I finished all my money that I hold except for my emergency money. I have never finished all my money before. I know some of you have done it before lots of times even. I feel like I can't live. I feel soooooo vulnerable. No money. No sense of security. My only console is I have a boyfriend again. Then not having money is not too bad. Still bad enough though.
Overall my holidays are just averagely normal. Except for finishing my money. Usually I save money during holidays. God, this is making me feel depressed. I better stop thinking about it.
LoVe~
MzP<3
23 April 2007
04 April 2007
The Barbie and The Dream Guy
Went shopping during the weekends. Okay, I know I'm not supposed to but my mum's paying anyway so it doesn't count. I wasn't really lucky though that time.
I'd say the first disaster was going to MAC. You know, the make-up place. MAC just launched their new Barbie collection and if you've seen my room, you'll know how much I have to have it. So the first thing I noticed there was the big poster picture of models dressing up as Barbies and their make-up is so bright and daring. I new I had to have it that time so of course I went in and to get just a lipgloss from that line would be perfect.
The second thing I noticed in MAC: A make-up artist. It's a guy. Man, I can't really describe him except that he looks dangerously close to the guys in my dreams. It's like being in your dream in real life. It's like deja vu. He just stood there and told us about the make-up line, showing us how to get the exact colour of lipgloss the models on the picture are wearing. Then he swooningly(on my part) applied make-up on me.
Enough with the flowery lovey-dovey maudlin(at least I think that's the word- it means embarrasingly emotional. See? I do learn new words). Now it's time for dissapointments. First it's the guy. He is obviously gay, if you haven't already know that. I mean, he works at a make-up counter as a Make-up Artist!!! If you say that's not a reason to be obviously gay, than it's the way he talks. It's not like those high-pitched gay guy voices or anything but he does have the abit 'manja'-like thing. It's not obvious and you can interprete it another way I know. One other thing: He was trying too hard not to look like he's interested in me or any girl there. It's like he's scared that if he so much as look at us he'll lead us on. (I know some good-looking guys have that attitude because they thing almost any girl that set her eyes on him would fall for him. Reality check boys: It doesn't happen that way. Girls might think you're cute but doesn't mean she likes you or that she'll go out with you. Really.) Can you see that he's proven himself gay now?
Okay, don't get me wrong, it's not that I have something against gays or anything. I just feel it's sooooooo unfair to have some seriously good looking guys be gay. I mean, us girls need some guys too. There are not enough guys in this world and the good-looking ones choose to be gay? Ouch. Now I feel fat. Now I sort of wish I could be a guy and be gay. Or I could be a lesbian but I just don't get how that happens. You know what I mean?
The next disaster.................................. Wait for it.................................... The lipgloss that I want, the pink one, are all sold out!!!!!!!!!!!! Sold out I tell you. In all branches in KL. Midvalley, KLCC, Sogo, you name it. This is as bad as(if not worse) than the guy thing. You don't get it. It's MAC Barbie collection. The absolute worst part of it all? It's LIMITED EDITION. You dont
get it. It's once in a lifetime!!! I'll never get the lipgloss. Ever. I'll never kno wthe feeling of owning it. Or of feeling it on my lips. Or looking at myself in the mirror and thinking I look good in it. Do you know how devastating that is? I know that guy's a limited edition too. Unless he has an identical twin brother. That's not gay. What are the chances?
I'd use all the reasons above to explain why I went shopping. It's called retail therapy. Part of it is my mum pities me for not getting the pretty once-in-a-lifetime lipgloss. I mean, if you're a girl you'd understand how I feel. And who am I going to blame? Well, I'm blaming the super rich people who buys a dozen of the glosses in one shot. I blame all those hypocrites out there who says "I hate Barbie," so that it seems cool to their friends but still goes out of their way to get a product in the collection. Why do I say they're hypocrites? Because as far as I know and for as long as I've lived in this world, not one girl have I met that admits she llikes Barbies. I'm talking about since I was eight. They'd all tell me: I hate Barbie dolls. I cut all my Barbie's hair and dislodge their body parts. Seriously. Hypocrites.
Guess life is all that way. Maybe my brain would start getting me dreams of other guys. Maybe I'll get over Barbies, which is more unrealistic than the former. I'll have to accept life as it is. Without dream guys and without pretty bright pink lipgloss of Barbie limited edition. Sigh. So much for being not maudlin huh?
LoVe~
MzP<3
I'd say the first disaster was going to MAC. You know, the make-up place. MAC just launched their new Barbie collection and if you've seen my room, you'll know how much I have to have it. So the first thing I noticed there was the big poster picture of models dressing up as Barbies and their make-up is so bright and daring. I new I had to have it that time so of course I went in and to get just a lipgloss from that line would be perfect.
The second thing I noticed in MAC: A make-up artist. It's a guy. Man, I can't really describe him except that he looks dangerously close to the guys in my dreams. It's like being in your dream in real life. It's like deja vu. He just stood there and told us about the make-up line, showing us how to get the exact colour of lipgloss the models on the picture are wearing. Then he swooningly(on my part) applied make-up on me.
Enough with the flowery lovey-dovey maudlin(at least I think that's the word- it means embarrasingly emotional. See? I do learn new words). Now it's time for dissapointments. First it's the guy. He is obviously gay, if you haven't already know that. I mean, he works at a make-up counter as a Make-up Artist!!! If you say that's not a reason to be obviously gay, than it's the way he talks. It's not like those high-pitched gay guy voices or anything but he does have the abit 'manja'-like thing. It's not obvious and you can interprete it another way I know. One other thing: He was trying too hard not to look like he's interested in me or any girl there. It's like he's scared that if he so much as look at us he'll lead us on. (I know some good-looking guys have that attitude because they thing almost any girl that set her eyes on him would fall for him. Reality check boys: It doesn't happen that way. Girls might think you're cute but doesn't mean she likes you or that she'll go out with you. Really.) Can you see that he's proven himself gay now?
Okay, don't get me wrong, it's not that I have something against gays or anything. I just feel it's sooooooo unfair to have some seriously good looking guys be gay. I mean, us girls need some guys too. There are not enough guys in this world and the good-looking ones choose to be gay? Ouch. Now I feel fat. Now I sort of wish I could be a guy and be gay. Or I could be a lesbian but I just don't get how that happens. You know what I mean?
The next disaster.................................. Wait for it.................................... The lipgloss that I want, the pink one, are all sold out!!!!!!!!!!!! Sold out I tell you. In all branches in KL. Midvalley, KLCC, Sogo, you name it. This is as bad as(if not worse) than the guy thing. You don't get it. It's MAC Barbie collection. The absolute worst part of it all? It's LIMITED EDITION. You dont
get it. It's once in a lifetime!!! I'll never get the lipgloss. Ever. I'll never kno wthe feeling of owning it. Or of feeling it on my lips. Or looking at myself in the mirror and thinking I look good in it. Do you know how devastating that is? I know that guy's a limited edition too. Unless he has an identical twin brother. That's not gay. What are the chances?
I'd use all the reasons above to explain why I went shopping. It's called retail therapy. Part of it is my mum pities me for not getting the pretty once-in-a-lifetime lipgloss. I mean, if you're a girl you'd understand how I feel. And who am I going to blame? Well, I'm blaming the super rich people who buys a dozen of the glosses in one shot. I blame all those hypocrites out there who says "I hate Barbie," so that it seems cool to their friends but still goes out of their way to get a product in the collection. Why do I say they're hypocrites? Because as far as I know and for as long as I've lived in this world, not one girl have I met that admits she llikes Barbies. I'm talking about since I was eight. They'd all tell me: I hate Barbie dolls. I cut all my Barbie's hair and dislodge their body parts. Seriously. Hypocrites.
Guess life is all that way. Maybe my brain would start getting me dreams of other guys. Maybe I'll get over Barbies, which is more unrealistic than the former. I'll have to accept life as it is. Without dream guys and without pretty bright pink lipgloss of Barbie limited edition. Sigh. So much for being not maudlin huh?
LoVe~
MzP<3
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