iCame, iBlogged, … And iLeft a comment somewhere else.

On a lighter note,

Dima and I were in Watson’s 1u looking for a hairbrush. Clumsy me managed to wedge my comb between a car seat and the floor of said car on the very day i was to leave for kl. Granted I realize I don’t really comb my hair much anyway, because it’s normally very smoothly manageable, but I felt like getting a hairbrush. 

And as my hand was reaching out for a roller hairbrush, the one that looks like it would hurt a lot a lot if you were to impale someone with it because of 360 degrees of bristles (HAHAHAHA) Dima said,

“Isn’t that the kind of brush your hair once got stuck in in form 4? I really don’t think you should get it. bad brush.”

Or something like that la, cannot really remember verbatim. 

I didn’t even remember that.  

It makes you want to give all your oldest friends a hug. Just because they remember the small little details of your past self that you yourself might have forgotten. 

me out.  

P.s. Good night.