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Today i pestered my brother to help me make a transaction to buy a Lancome mascara.

Then he started saying ‘You girls, always put this type of chemical on the face. Dunno how many of you get eye cancer or skin cancer from these poisonous things.‘

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Seriously hor, I never heard of any female dying from cancer due to makeup lorh, does anyone of you know someone who got high from inhaling the smell of mascara and dropped dead? Do tell me to prove my brother right.

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I hate guys sometimes. The male specimen is just soooo *insert word here* sometimes… Urgh.

Recently, my family went shopping and our priority were shoes. When my brother reached the Scholl counter, he asked my mom: Ma, Scholl shoes provide the most comfort right?

Yes, you’re right, my dear brother.

Then when he saw a pair of presumably COMFORTABLE high heels under the trademark Scholl, he got so excited and immediately called his girlfriend over. ‘Wei, I found you a great shoe. Come now!’

My mom and me opened our mouth at the same time and said,

‘She won’t like THAT pair of thing at all lah.’

He said, ‘Nevermind, nevermind, comfortable mah. Better than letting her foolishly choosing bad footwear that hurts.’

When the gf arrived, she practically grimaced in disgust and said, ‘Eeew, am NOT gonna wear that thing! Gosh!’

Then my brother starts complaining that girls are very fickle and torture themselves for no reason, etc etc. Says that instead, we should invest our money in comfortable footwear, etc. Those ’stupid’ high heels should be avoided at all cost lah, what not lah. -_-

As he was complaining, we headed over to the Nine West counter. A pair of sexy high heels were in sight.

Then he got excited yet again and said ‘Wow, if a girl wear this, fuyoh!’

I rolled my eyes in sheer irritation.

‘Funny, isn’t it. I guess it’s genetic. You found your gf and have been involved for 15 years. I found my love in a friend of 6 years and recently started the romance with him.’ I said this to my brother.

‘It’s not genetic lah, it’s pure coincidence.’ Yeah, maybe he’s right.

But frankly lah, go meet more people and evaluate what is around you. Maybe you’ll find a good choice. Choosing one at such a young age is limiting your choices.

I pulled the scruff of his shirt, and asked him to repeat that again.

‘Are you trying to tell me something based on your first hand experience?’

A small, sly grin appeared in his face.

I LOL’d.

Quoted from a friend who just recently broke up with her boyfriend.

Now, wait a minute.

Why does being involved in a relationship make you become another person?! Shouldn’t it bring out the best of you? At least, it did for me. Either you’re tying yourself up, or vice-versa for the guy.

I am amazed at the number of gals who broke up only to say they’re free, and whatnot. Hello? Weren’t you free when you’re with your boyfriend? A loved one is just another commitment, why does it make you transform into another person? Very unhealthy relationship, if you ask me.

If any guy demanded I change myself for no apparent reasons, and not for the better (eg. I think you look hot in short skirts; do more makeup!; do something about that ugly pimple; and various other ridiculous things), I will just give the bugger a tight slap and say good bye.

Luckily my dear has not failed me. Please don’t.

I was in terrible pain after having fried rice from a certain (*&^%@$#%@!) Tsim Tung Restaurant. Damn restaurant, my brother as well as dear also reported a funny stomach after having the food there.

I THOUGHT I was fine after grabbing 2 pills so prepared to go out to meet my lovely jie jie. Too bad, mom’s being strict on the curfew so I gave up that idea and went to meet dear’s friends at Old Town instead. Mana tau, I spent half of the yumcha session stuck in the toilet doing mah bzness.

Then only found out from them that they already stamped out Tsim Tung as a restaurant with problems. Am never going there again. Pain was as though giving birth to a child, lol. (No, I’m not carrying Mr Yim’s child, you idiots, it’s a way of speech).

But the good thing about it was, as I was laying in his arms after my bombing in da toilet, his affectionate and comforting strokes made me feel so good. When is eyes looked at me with that worried expression, my heart just swelled. He even managed to stroke and pat me comfortingly when he was driving. Was still very weak though. But but but, I felt every bit of love he was showing towards me.

Some of you might not notice these things, but I certainly do. Means a lot to me too. It’s these little things that make you go, ‘Hmmm, we’re on the right track. He’s THE one for life.’

Thank you darling for your love and affection. Muacks~ :-*