Life journal 20
It was a Sunday morning if my memory isn’t wrong…
“Have you waken up yet?”
“I have…” *Yawn*
“Good good. When will you come and pick me up?”
“Uh…in 30 minutes.”
“Okay. I will be waiting.”
And then about 45 minutes later, I saw somebody outside of the door as my phone started ringing again.
“Mom, I’ll be off. My friend is here.”
_ _ _ _ _
Today, she decided to do some “remodeling” to my wadrobe since I haven’t got the chance to buy new clothes for a whole year due to many incidents…
“Oh look at this dress! You should try it on! Oh and this shirt too. It’s soooooo cute! Look!”
I took the dresses and the shirts she pointed out and went to the dressing room.
“See? That looks so nice on you! It fits your body perfectly.” She said while looking at me and my reflection in the mirror.
“You’re right. It does look nice.” I commented as checking myself in a simple yet rather formal red dress.
“Haha, I’m so good.”
Then we both laughed cheerfully with much joy.
After the hectic clothes shopping, she took me to the lipstick shop that she had heard so many good things about. The staff greeted us nicely as we stepped inside.
“What do you think of this color?” She turned to me after applying a light red-orange color lipstick.
“Hm… I think it’s good.” I nodded. “I kind of want to buy the same one too, but I guess it doesn’t suit me that well.” I look at myself in the mirror and sighed.
“Well…” She scanned her eyes through all the display color. “How about…” She grinned widely. “This one?”
She gave me the “Sexy lady” named lipstick with a dark red-brown color. My eyes twitched as I looked at her.
“Haha, very nice.”
“What? It might suit you, you know? You have that sexy adult edge anyway.”
“I have what now?”
“Just put it on!” She shoved the lipstick in my hand.
“You are really…” I groaned, but tried it out anyway.
“See? That looks better on you than me.”
Much to my dismay, she didn’t wrong.
“But this won’t very good if I didn’t put actual make-up on you know? And I hardly do that.” I commented.
“Yeah, such a shame…” She sighed. “Oh oh but, how about this one?”
This time, she gave me the purple shaded one.
“I bet you will like this one.” She giggled.
“Did you just ask me to kill you?” I smirked with much annoyance.
( She just knows I hate purple color so much that she could literally make jokes out of that.)
“Come on…!” She nagged.
“Urg, hell no. No-way.”
But then in the end, she helped me to choose two lipsticks with colors that looked very nice on me. And so we went home, feeling satisfied of what we had brought that day.
Later that night.
I did my usual routine of checking facebook to see if there was anything interesting, and I saw my notification popping up. I clicked it.
You have been tagged in a post.
“The type of close friend that doesn’t always have to see each other but is still forever best friend.”
We have been friend for about 8 years.
She sees me as her sister, and I see her the same way around.
We know all the little things about each other, what the other hates and how to use them to tease one another.
And it has stayed that way, for 8 years, no matter all the ups and downs.
It has never been perfect, but that…
That is our unbreakable friendship.
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