[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
I took my little sister out for some window shopping after my french lesson (yes, AGAIN) and indulged in a 1 hour pedicure. I was so excited about it! Why? I'm a pedicure virgin!! That is, if you don't count in the DIY sessions I've done that left me with aching arms (after trying to get rid of the callouses and what have you... yuk...)
It was a rather painful experience I must say. Especially the part where the lady had to trim my cuticles. She was so determined to make my nails look perfect that she must have overlooked the fact that I have very thin skin (literally, yes).
She cut a little too deep and the river of red started to flow. And flow it did. It never stopped bleeding even until when my pedi was completely done. Bloody toe. But I probably have a high threshold for pain cos I didn't feel a thing even when I had to immerse my feet into the bubbling warm water.
I must commend on the efficiency of the nail salon in.... replacing their magazines! They even have the latest CLEO that just hit the newsstands today. Saved me a whole $4.20 for it. I read the entire magazine for free. (It's crazy why I still buy the magazine. There's nothing much of a read - you can tell since I am able to finish reading it, cover to cover, in 1 hour. But somehow, they have a way of planning and designing their cover that just MAKES me want to buy it. Without fail. When will I learn my lesson??)
Then with my nice, pretty toes (my feet must have been smiling. the royal treatment after much negligence from me), I pranced along to Watson's to get a cuticle remover. I was driven to have a DIY manicure as well.
Further indulged in gelato ice-cream (an after exam treat for my sister) and we happily made our way home. In the midst of our chatting and playing around, my sister suddenly turned quiet.
"Why, what's wrong? You have something to tell me?" I asked with concern.
"Hai.. I don't know leh. You know mummy and papa always tell us not to waste money right? But sometimes, I just cannot help it leh. Errr.... nothing lah. If I tell you, you will surely nag at me one." she said
'???!!! So you wanna tell me or not??' I was thinking.
"But I'm not mummy or papa what, I won't nag at you one. Promise," I assured her.
"Oh... ermm... you know that day I went out with Xinjie right, then hor, I bought this bag... and err.... it was $16......" she replied softly.
"$16? Okay what. Unless it's ugly lah...." I told her.
The truth is, it must have taken her a while to save up $16 and it was probably an unnecessary purchase. But I knew she'd already understood that it was a rash buy. She could feel a tad of guilt and it wasn't necessary for me to be all naggy and rub it in.
Then I started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" she asked, offended because she thought I was laughing at her. Which I was.
"I wonder who's the naggy one?"
Then I reminded her of the time I bought myself a new wallet, and she asked me how much it costs and went,
"Wahhhh...... $50 ah??? SO EXPENSIVE AH!!! Why you spend so much money?? Papa say must save money leh!!"
; and the time I bought a new bag, and the new top and the new shoes.....
And she was worried that I would nag at her.
Kids...
[Time of Confession] 10:11 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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