SHAGGED OUTThanks for noticing the spots, Miss Sandy!
As far as I'm concerned, I'm still pretty oblivious to my outward expression. But I think that should change some 6 months later when I finish my National Service. Hah! That time, I'm going to wear nice clothings and pamper my beloved face with expensive toners and facial masks. Maybe SK-II? Or I could borrow my Mom's clinique' moisturizing lotion? I could be a total meterosexual like David Beckham.
But NO - I CAN'T! I seriously foresee myself washing dishes at a Chinese restaurant or delivering pizza to make some extra pocket money somewhere in Fremantle City.
Okay, I know I'm not making any sense. Now, back to the present!
I'm not about to fall apart though I think I actually am. This week has been immensely hectic due to an audit that could bust my company's ass into bits. Just yesterday, I ended work at 11.30PM! And I'm not really complaining because I take pride in my stuff - YEAH RIGHT. My friend who was working with me died around 7PM when night fell. On the other hand, the nocturnal myself was totally charged-up and he called me THE NIGHT STALKER!
1 week ago, I found two bottles of nail polish while packing my sty. And out of boredom, I painted my nails white.
And in case you're wondering, I used to paint my nails in the past when I was still playing in a band. It was a fad back then for guitarists to parade their coloured nails during a performance. Anyway, the point is that my mom actually noticed my nails and scolded me. And she threatened to send me to a psychiatrist if I didn't remove the paint immediately. Upon questioning, I learnt that she was afraid that I became homosexual.
Mom, if you're reading this (which I don't think you are cus I doubt you even know my blog existed), I shall just say that I love girls too much to turn gay!
I rest my case. Ha. Period.