One of my Christmas presents to myself is to surgically reduce my plump lips.

Yeah, right.

I don’t even have the financial means for that.

Anyway, my lips are suffering from the lack of attention these days.

Uh-uh. I am not saying that they are not put into good use(hmmm.. then again, they haven’t been working much anyway), nor am I saying that they are not pecked, nibbled, teased, licked, sucked, bit, and smothered with affections enough(which again, is not untrue).

No, no. Please do not view the above paragraph with sleaze-filled contempt.

I am saying that my lips have fell victims to my doofu-ism.

Some weeks ago, I lost my favourite Dior Addict 151 lipgloss, shortly after my dad had purchased me a new Dior Addict 181(which I didn’t quite like as much).

I blamed in on the petty 151, which probably went on a strike and left me in a fit of anger, thinking that I have a new pet out of 181, and it is losing its spot on my favourites-list.

Jealousy is such a tricky issue, eh?

Tsk tsk.

The truth is, 151, I have always adored you over 181, ya know?

I was so devastated when you left, not because of your 30 bucks worth, ya know?

Sigh.

Nevermind.

Earlier this month, on a late-night trip to Mustafa with SBB, he had kindly foot for the yellow Mentholatum chapstick I had wanted to buy to condition and sooth my grossly chapped lips.

When I had left it over at Nick’s place, he had brought it out with him when we met up on the 17th, Saturday.

And I lost it on the very spot at T.C.C., after he had returned it to me.

Feeling frustrated, I got myself a new tube the very next day, cos I couldn’t stand licking dry and rough lips.

Within a week, it was shortened by a centimeter.

I was flabbergasted when I failed to locate it in my bag just couple of days ago.

Presumably, it had fell out of my bag as I was looking for something.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

And I never had any problems losing my stuff, ya know?

Yes, I know it seems almost impossible to you guys that a clumsy and forgetful person like me had never quite lose her stuff.

Then, the new tooth-paste-like tube of lipgloss that gives me shiny, non glittery lips, which I had gotten on the 23rd, mysteriously went missing after SBB and I went out for a short coffee session at Starbucks in River Valley yesterday.

Which supposedly slipped out of my bag.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I have a feeling all my lippys get tired and exhausted for the extensive work they were put through.

So now, I have no lip balm.

No non-glittery moisturising lipgloss.

My lips are ugly, and undesirable. The no longer look nice when they wrap around SBB‘s …smile, pout, scowl, or whatever.

Boohoohoo.

But, I shall be glad that the it wasn’t my key that fell out of my bag.

Nor my wallet.

Gee.

I shall be hunting for better lip balms tomorrow.

Maybe I shouldn’t, seeing how often they go missing these days.

Angry like a potato, I tell you!

No, no. Like a banana!

Argh.. no! Tomato.

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Happy birthday, Roy!

You’re an old man now.

Woohoo!