I finally got my upper lip hair removed. Thank god, cause if i had kept it any longer..an adam’s apple would have emerged from my throat and all i need was a Mexican Sombrero and i can call my self Mr Potato. Aye Caramba!

I’m so knackered. was supposed to meet up with a couple of old friends for dinner, but the weekend jam delayed the bus drive back to the hotel and oh i so can’t be bothered right now. my feet have been taken over by blisters, my eyes black from eyeliner..my hair damp from the humidity.. my head is pounding from whatever i had to sit through during the 8 hr lecture..and i’m just dying to go for a jog on the treadmill. i’ve been feeling rather fatigue lately and i have a feeling its because of the lack of exercise.

So anyway, i made a trip down to one of the dodgier malls on this side of town. just near Masjid Jamek. initially i was there to hunt for a local line..but seeing there were alot of beauty saloons i searched for a place that did threading. when i found NONE i gave in to a chinese lady who did waxing. she owned a small place tucked somewhere in the corners of the dodgy mall and charged me 15 ringgit to get my moustache removed. In the middle of the session a lady in a tight black dress came in and asked Wendy the Waxer if her dress was okay for her to go ‘clubbing’ in. i peeked at the time and saw that it was only 7pm. macam eh awal jua ready bini bini ani? Wendy, slightly annoyed by her presence said it was okay. Curious, i asked her where she was going. she told me it was some place nearby.

The only clubs that ive seen around this area are either karaoke bars or some dingy dangdut places where im assuming all the uncles (who have left their wives and children behind) go to. She then started telling me that she was going with her boyfriend. a chinese man. and that she had another boyfriend who is currently on a business trip to indonesia..she then continued to say ‘ah takpe, memang ok punya..dia pun tau kitaorang kawan jerrrr’

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that was when alarm bells started ringing in my head.. TAMPAT PELACUR BECUKUR MISAI KAH AKU ANI????????? i immiediately started noticing my surroundings.. Wendy, was wearing a tight lace bodice.. that showed off a little bit of cleavage..and the blue eyeshadow she had on suddenly appeared..well.. a lil bit too suggestive. !!!!! i got out of there as soon as she was done plucking what was left of my furry frown.

on the walk home..i was like..eh behapa tah ku becukur disana? i kudve gone to KLCC , Pavillion or something. i guess i was THAT desperate to get rid of my lip hair. baik jua becukur misai ganya. never again eh.

now. if only i have a book to read. urgh. im so lonely. i wished my sisters were here.

boo. hmm.. ok. what else what else.

nada

kiss me.