January 8, 2012 § 2 Comments
Say WHAT. It’s my birthday!! So I am turning
24 freakin’ OLD. While it means that I have to stop acting like a kid, hence eating 2 packs of Skittles right before dinner is no more acceptable, it also means greater investments to look young and reckless.
I remember the days when my mummy thought I was too young to wear mascara. Now she’s insisting on buying me Dior Blue Tie Palettes and Estée Lauder lipsticks herself. I hope it’s not too naive to expecting that she will be also covering my Botox bills in a couple of years. Kiss Kiss.