You know how the mirror in the porch has been bugging me with its stains and streaks?
I tried everything but the cloudiness just wouldn’t fade. At last, I tried Google.
Many suggested shaving cream to remove stubborn cloudy stains from mirror.
So I did it.
# – Like frosting a cake.
Left it alone for 15 minutes then wiped it off with paper towel.
Looks worse than before -_-
This was probably as useful as the time I put mayonaise on my hair to make it softer.
By the way, that’s my very first blogpost after my xanga blog imploded. How time flies.
Some bastard knocked my car’s side mirror out clean. My heart bled for my suzy but shit happens.
# – Wu wu wu wu wu.
I don’t realise how much I use my mirrors until I lost one. I couldn’t drive. On top of that, it was raining. I passed driving duty to the BF. He drove Hyderabad style from Jalan Ampang to Ikea. He’s my hero!
# – A picture from our Hyderabad trip last year. Side mirrors? Meh.
Got this little mirror for under RM5 at Ace Hardware.
# – This picture so artsy right?
And some sticky tape. By the way, these Scotch branded sticky tape goes for RM4.30 for 5. Dirt cheap and damn sticky!
# – Adjust the position…
# – Tape it up.
# – Stabilise mirror with tissue. Scott brand by the way…they lasted like a week through rain and shit!!!
# – Thumb up!
# – Better be dorky than sorry.
Almost tempted to leave the damn mirror there when we found out that a replacement would cost RM610 for a new one and one from the scrap yard also already RM390. Gawddamnit!!! That’s like a dive computer URGH!!!
Moral of this story: Always fold your mirrors in when you’re parking on the roadside. Actually, just find a real parking space. Or, take public transportation. Yeah.
Okay, I didn’t even tweet about what I was worried about because I was not sure what I might do if I did get pregnant. I’ve had regular periods since I was 12. They were often annoying and painful but never failed to show up. Last month I had a particularly bad episode so a big part of me was casually hoping I’d never get another period in my life. They say, becareful of what your wished for.
1st week passed, 2nd week passed, 3rd week passed, 4th week passed. No sign of Aunt Flo. No sore breasts, no aching pelvic, nothing. And I’ve been in a ridiculously great mood too. And I’ve been eating for Africa. WTF??? I tried to recall whether we had been idiots? My memory was sketchy at best. I started to get really worried.
BF asked me to get a pregnancy test kit. I went to the pharmacy to check them out but didn’t buy any in the end cause I was scared shitless. I started imagining having a kid. No offense to parents, but oh gawd it’s so awful. I am just so not in the right frame of mind. I admit it, flabby belly and armpit discoloration. Two things that are synonymous with pregnancy to me. I want to get a wardrobe and shoe overhaul soon and I CAN’T be stocking up with maternity stuff! I can’t convert my activity room at the new house into a baby room! JUST AWFUL!! AWFUL, AWFUL, AWFUL!
Was feeling especially tired today. Ran a lot of errands and finally got home to take a power nap before heading to a party. I slept through the alarm, but got woken up by a wet sensation down under. I had a dreamless sleep so it couldn’t be a naughty dream.
Went to the toilet, checked my undies.
Glad I didn’t waste money on a pregnancy test kit.