So I've been belting out to The Mars Volta since yesterday at the same time going on a futile quest for my never-ending look-out for Nivea's Cherry Kiss at Tesco and Giant Shah Alam only to find myself very disappointed that I just might lodge a complain to Nivea's stockist. Look, I don't want no crappy Star Fruits. Don't start suggesting Lip Ice 'cos they taste like lip stick. And since I was left with no choice, 'cos I have both Lip Ice and Star Fruits back in the room, I decided to give Silky Lips Cherry Red a try.
But excuse me, if I had read correctly, it's supposed to be Cherry Red not Cherry Acah acah Red. May I say bengong? Oh, yes I permit myself to do so. BENGONG.
Funny story.
I was scurrying all over the room yesterday looking for my glasses and when all the one gallon patience I have has dried, I gave up and grabbed my contact lenses' case and as there is only one mirror in the room, I inched ('cos my room is small like that) towards it. Finally facing the mirror, I dab my finger in the white case till it slowly reaches out to my lens. I slowly applied the left one to my left eye and right after one eyesight is covered, I exhaled in exasperation.
My glasses was on the front of my tee all those while! Whuutttt.
Oh by the way, I am, as of today, Miss Sookie to McDelivery hotline. I was secretly glad that they didn't ask for my surname or they would've had to go through the trouble of spelling Stackhouse. Teehee.
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