55 gapai semua jemariku

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mum sent me this link. you gotta watch it, it's damn silly. :P



okay anyway I just had the most disconcerting experience EVER. :x seriously...

you know there's this person in school who is aptly nicknamed The RJ Pontianak? (well ask around if you don't, I'm sure someone knows. and if you're not from RJ, well hehe she's not a School Ghost, though she definitely does look the part...)

I saw two ahlians today like that, ONLY WORSE.

let's have a scale. from 1 to 10. 1 being least makeup (or none). and 10 being most. people like me (and most of my friends, I think..) who almost never wear makeup... are at 1. RJ pontianak is way above us at um maybe 9... but the ahlians I'm talking about were at like um 59?

FIFTY NINEEEE. I'M NOT KIDDING, I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MUCH MAKEUP ON ONE PERSON BEFORE. FOR THAT MATTER, I HAVE NEVER SEEN TWO PEOPLE WITH SO MUCH MAKEUP ON THEIR FACES.

I was going to get on the train, and then I caught a whiff of something nasty. not nasty like Boys' Socks Nasty. nasty like Oh God You Call That Perfume?? kind of nasty. -.- and I saw a flash of white beside me when I turned my head a little bit.

....and it turned out to be these two ahlians. I SWEAR I WAS DAMN HORRIFIED when I first saw them. really. they had SO MUCH MAKEUP ON, it looked like they were Deformed. and it was so hot, obviously they'd sweat.

there was so MUCH EYELINER, and blusher, and mascara, and foundation, and powder, and GOD KNOWS WHAT OTHER TOXIC SUBSTANCES THEY CONSIDER MAKEUP, and it was ALLLLLLLLL MELTING. FREAKING MELTING. I swear, their faces were so damn shiny! and it wasn't JUST because of sweat, the makeup was realllllllly starting to melt, like you know how goo looks like when it splats against the wall and starts to slide down it?

okay it wasn't that bad, but I could just imagine the makeup doing thatttttttt. and their PERFUME! I HAD TO SIT BESIDE THOSE TWO BOBOHEADS FOR SIX DAMN STATIONS. SIX DAMN STATIONS WORTH OF SMELLING THAT HORRIBLE THING THAT THEY CALL PERFUME, and I couldn't just get up! or wrinkle my nose, because obviously that's damn rude, since

1. I WANT A GODDAMN SEAT, getting a seat on a crowded train is like HAH I HAVE A SEAT, YOU DON'T. I wasn't gonna get up!
2. I was gunning for another seat ACROSS from those.....dildos. and a chij girl STOLE IT. AHHHHHHHH I have never disliked those people more. (I don't think I have ij friends... i think. hur.)

I had to crane my neck to pretend like I was so interested in observing the bloody scenery zooming past outside the train. wtf. just to avoid smelling the horrible Eau De Toilet (oh, did I misspell, oh ooops...)

then I got off the train and I'm like "YEAHH I'M FREE BABY FREEEEEE." so I walked as fast as I could to the traffic light junction. and then I stood there breathing the fresh slightly polluted air, and then THAT SAME HORRIBLE STENCH came up my nostrils again. SHIT!?

I just turned right round and glared at them, and I walked off right to the front of the people waiting for the Green Man to be turned on. (hoho)

EW seriously... I mean I know this is coming from a girl who never wears makeup, and so cannot possibly comprehend the wonders of Making Yourself Up, but MAN. DO THESE PEOPLE NOT KNOW THE LIMITS?! WHAT IS SO FREAKING PRETTY ABOUT LOOKING LIKE A FREAKING..... GEISHA?!

sigh. please enlighten me. at this point I am proud to proclaim that the only time that I ever wear blusher is Hari Raya. and Prom, in sec4, haha. and that I think bothering to slather foundation and powder and whatever on your face is really too much of a hassle for a not-so-special occassion. haha.

never has my opinion been more strongly reinforced before today's events. sigh.