Yesterday, I turned 27 in Penang. But just two days before that, I was a 26+++-year-old up in Genting Highlands. (The Husband had a pre-birthday weekend away planned for me so, off to Genting we went.) While we were there, we visited the casino. And as I was going to walk in, The Husband reminded me, "Eh, they're going to ask you to take out and show your I.C. again. Get it ready." But guess what?? This time – for the very first time – THEY DIDN'T!!! @_@
*BIG GASP*
*SUPER SHOCK*
*MAJOR HEART ATTACK*
OMG, do you know what that means!?!
It means that I've finally begun to LOOK old!!
NooOOOoOOoOoOoOoOoo!!!
T________T
So, I made up my mind to go for an emergency post-birthday facial today to remove whatever signs of ageing I could possibly reverse before it got too late for me to rectify the downward spiral my youth had begun its journey on, no thanks to the ticking of the clock. But then... THIS HAPPENED:
ARGH! I made it for that emergency facial and now,
it looks like a bomb just went off on my face. Wth. -_-'''
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