I fail in being a woman. MISERABLY.

So yeah, finding a suitable handbag was such a daunting task I nearly had an argument with my father.

Do I sound like I'm joking?

I mean, half the bags I saw were either too auntie-ish, too expensive, or too ugly.

I found one that was decent and functional. It was RM250. Trust me, I don't like the price of it, but I had no choice.


Then my mother wanted to buy herself a new lipstick. Guess what uncle asked me?
"You want lipstick also or not?"
"No"
"Sure or not?"
"Yeah"
*asks the mother*
"You think she needs lipstick?"
"I think so, don't want her looking pale in Seremban"

So yes, this woman who hardly uses make-up actually bought lipstick and eyeliner from M.A.C. because she didn't want to look pale.

*while applying the lipstick tester*
"I officially fail in being a woman"

The staff there probably thinks I live under a rock for not knowing how to apply lipstick properly.

Yes, I bought a jewellery set that had only one crystal stud. I like it very much.


Don't you just love the principle of parsimony?

And yes, I officially fail in being a woman because I don't wear make-up to save my life, I hate massive handbags and I hate too much spakly jewellery.

*****

I had a fruitful trip today. Everything is (almost) done.

18 days to go. I can't for everything to end.

I'm so tired. Will talk more tomorrow.

I'm just a moment behind.

Do you know I have issues with every single radio station?

Every time I turn on the radio and one radio station is playing, say, No Air (good grief, that song is overplayed to the point my eardrums are bleeding!) and I start skipping channels until I find a station that's playing a nice tune. Then the song ends, and the same radio station plays No Air again.

AND IT HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE HOUR!

*grumbles*

I think the only song I actually like to hear on the radio is I'm Yours. Magic Rainbow and Always Be My Baby too =p (yeah-lah I'm so biased).

*****

Does this sound absolutely strange to you?
I went into a jewellery store and ended up buying nothing.

You of all people know how I love shiny pretty things. I went there and got so repulsed by the plethora of studs/diamonds/jewels on EVERY SINGLE JEWELLERY PIECE, I didn't get anything.
Seriously, who knew you can go blind in a freaking jewellery store?

I saw a nice pair of earrings though, it's made of seashells.

My parents wanted me to get some nice jewellery for the wedding (they know I sort of like shiny pretty things too) and kept pestering me to get something.

"See anything you like?"
"No"
"What about this?"
"No, because the outfit I have for the wedding sort of takes away the attention from the jewellery because of the lace"
"So you don't want to wear any jewellery for the wedding?"

See how they twist my words so beautifully?


But seriously, me hating jewellery I used to consider beautiful?
My, my. How people change.

*****

This made me smile.

"Eh I've something to send you online. Where are you?"
"I'm out running some errands for the wedding and doing some shopping"
"Did you call Michael Johns?"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Even before you sent me those texts, I actually told my mum who was checking out some shoes that "I was supposed to call Michael Johns" and she laughed with me.


Oh Scouser, my mother wants Magic Rainbow at the wedding. She says it's not your wedding. HAHAHAHA!

*****

You know what I really need?

A new pair of scissors and a few highlighters.

*****

No. Really.

I need sleep. Today's trip was enough to wear me out.

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes.

I can never step into a bookshop and leave without buying anything. There is always something I have to buy.

I'm like a kid in a candy store when I'm in a bookshop.

I went into MPH Bookstores in One U and bought a card (was very bummed I couldn't buy a book there).

Then, my brother and I went into Pay Less Bookstore and guess what I got?

Yes, I got TWO Psychology textbooks. I bought that Adolescence and Emerging Adulthood one because it had cross-cultural approaches!

I love books. Have I told you that already?

*****

Today, I found out that my brother and I have a few things in common.

We hate Ronaldo the pansy.
We love blue shirts.
We love books. I got him to pay for my books =p
We love chocolates.
We hate slow drivers.

We went out together to get a birthday present for my father (which was rather tiring).

*takes out light purple shirt*
*puts on me*
"Why are you putting this on me?"
"I want to see if this shirt matches pa or not...if it doesn't suit you, it won't suit him"
-.-"

I picked this long-sleeved dark blue shirt for him and he told me how my sister-in-law (I'm still not used to saying this word yet) is complaining about how many blue shirts he has but he didn't care and bought it anyway. I have good taste, you see.

He saw that Ronaldo poster on the pillar and he pretended to kick it. I just had to laugh because I wanted to do the same before he did it.

We bought the present and the card, and I told him I wanted to buy these Converse shoes I've been eyeing. We got to the store and I saw the shoes.
"Which is better? Black or blue?"
"Up to you...but if it were me, I'd pick the blue one"

Damn psychic, the bugger. So I showed him the price of the shoes.
"Why are you showing me the price?"
"Because I have no money to pay for them"
"What? And you came in here looking like you had money!"
"I told you I only had RM50!"
"Hey, consider this as your 'going away before getting married' present"
"Okay. I realised I haven't given you money for the last few months already, with all these wedding things"

Yes. He pays me money to wash his plate. Well, at least that's what he says. RM75 a month. I haven't been paid for my services for the last few months. Not complaining, I do know he's been busy with work and the wedding preparations.



There's footwear everywhere! Slippers under my bed, high heels in front of the closet, and the Converse on the chair! My father is right -.-'

I asked the guy at the store for the shoes in size 7 and he looked at my feet. I came home and realised that the pair I bought was size 6.

I checked the label on the shoe box and apparently...
size 6 for men = size 8 for women.

Ah, now that makes more sense.
The guy is super psychic-lah, I say. Look at my feet and he already knows my size.


I love my new Converse shoes.

More importantly, albeit it may seem to be a little trite, I love my brother. There are a lot of things we don't agree on, there are times I resent him, but I do love him.

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes,
There goes my hero, he's ordinary...


P/S: Never EVER download Michael Johns' songs before you go to bed. Shall explain why tomorrow.