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Another night of self pity.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009, 1:45 AM
Was talking to bya abt the period where we dig our parents' clothes and play dressed up.Wearing makeup and thinking we look darn pretty. Towel to be used as wig. Heels to feel all adult-like.Ronald MacDonald lip makeup was considered hot then. Thinking you are all cool and smart in your dad's suit and tie. Couldn't care less if u created crease on it. You just wanna be like your dad. But you didn't realised you actually look like crap in those WAY oversized clothes. In fact, you look like a clown. They have to pause to consider you are being adorable or just freaking notorious. I am pretty much an extremist. If I wanna do something, I will go all the way. Why stop at the lipstick? Pick up the blusher! Why stop there? Slap on foundation. My mum completely flipped when she saw what I did to her collection of makeup. Those were the days hur. Now, whose clothes or makeup should I play with?! |
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