Monday, June 26, 2006
Be my Kewpie Doll
Lots of exciting things happened today!
Ok, they are moderately exciting. And only to me. To everyone else it would be *sob* boring. Such is the state of my life.
I wore my new pumps out to church and then to the supermarket. They must really make my flabby butt look a lot better because some dude in the aisle (corn plasters, callous creams and breath strips) was seriously checking my ass out. Thanks, random dude. You have flattered me. You have bumped up my frail and tenuous self-esteem. You have validated my existence. Marry me.
I also decided to put mayonnaise in my hair after my shower. (For all those who were wondering about my very strange MSN nicknames, there you go.) Unfortunately, it isn't the regular mayonnaise with the bearable creamy-eggy smell. No, the only mayonnaise available at home happened to be Japanese mayonnaise. So for a while there, my hair smelt like sushi. Don't get me wrong, I love sushi. I adore sushi. I snack on sushi like how some people eat pork rinds. I love it. But having essence-of-tempura on my hair? I started to regret it, while I was sitting at my computer, attempting to do my homework, with a plastic bag tied around my neck cape-style so the mayo didn't drip onto my clothes, with my hair reeking of a sushi carousel.
My mother walked by. And giggled. At my plastic bag-cape. And mayonnaised-hair. Not a good sign when your mother giggles at you.
The sacrifices one has to make when one has hair the texture of... sandpaper.
The last but most amazing thing that happened... I cleared out the rubbish bin. Tied up the old plastic bag full of trash and replaced the bin by lining it with... you guessed it - my plastic bag cape. I really hate taking out the trash, and today was no exception. The handle of the rubbish chute was oily. I had a gigantic "wth?" moment when I touched the handle. It was absolutely disgusting. Well, looks like somebody has been rubbing the handle with oil! What kind of oil, you ask? Olive oil? Peanut oil? Or something like a water-in-oil-emulsion? Like mayo- oh. Oh. Er...You know what, I don't think the handle was oily. I must have been imagining things.
Ok, they are moderately exciting. And only to me. To everyone else it would be *sob* boring. Such is the state of my life.
I wore my new pumps out to church and then to the supermarket. They must really make my flabby butt look a lot better because some dude in the aisle (corn plasters, callous creams and breath strips) was seriously checking my ass out. Thanks, random dude. You have flattered me. You have bumped up my frail and tenuous self-esteem. You have validated my existence. Marry me.
I also decided to put mayonnaise in my hair after my shower. (For all those who were wondering about my very strange MSN nicknames, there you go.) Unfortunately, it isn't the regular mayonnaise with the bearable creamy-eggy smell. No, the only mayonnaise available at home happened to be Japanese mayonnaise. So for a while there, my hair smelt like sushi. Don't get me wrong, I love sushi. I adore sushi. I snack on sushi like how some people eat pork rinds. I love it. But having essence-of-tempura on my hair? I started to regret it, while I was sitting at my computer, attempting to do my homework, with a plastic bag tied around my neck cape-style so the mayo didn't drip onto my clothes, with my hair reeking of a sushi carousel.
My mother walked by. And giggled. At my plastic bag-cape. And mayonnaised-hair. Not a good sign when your mother giggles at you.
The sacrifices one has to make when one has hair the texture of... sandpaper.
The last but most amazing thing that happened... I cleared out the rubbish bin. Tied up the old plastic bag full of trash and replaced the bin by lining it with... you guessed it - my plastic bag cape. I really hate taking out the trash, and today was no exception. The handle of the rubbish chute was oily. I had a gigantic "wth?" moment when I touched the handle. It was absolutely disgusting. Well, looks like somebody has been rubbing the handle with oil! What kind of oil, you ask? Olive oil? Peanut oil? Or something like a water-in-oil-emulsion? Like mayo- oh. Oh. Er...You know what, I don't think the handle was oily. I must have been imagining things.
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# posted by me lah @ 12:31 am 
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LOL...Where did you get the urm..."ingenius" idea to put mayo on your hair? Try a conditioner next time! Hahahaha...XD
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