The BFF and I had a brief but intense conversation. She was trying to convince me the merits of something which I didn't quite think it was necessary. Needless to say, the conversation ended in a most fruitful manner, for me.
BFF: Come. Let me give you a gift. There's this really good stylist and make-up artist. I can get the stylist to shop for a dress for you. Then I'll send the make-up artist over to your flat on the morning of the 18th to make you all pretty.
Me: No need stylist. I've got my own opinions about clothes.
BFF: Fine. Then do the make-up. The artist is really experienced. Great attitude. I guarantee she'll do the natural style you like. Look good on this special day.
Me: I very ugly meh? I'm pretty enough already. No need make pretty.
BFF: Wah lau. You damn annoying. Don't you want to look booomz?
Me: No thanks. I want to look NORMAL. I want to look boring even.
BFF: So I can't get you anything girlie like that?
Me: NOPE.
BFF: Bitch.
