Forgive my blog necromancing, and forgive me, too, for posting about my HG eyeliner for the 3rd time in a row.
I celebrated Valentine's Day with my family plus the bf at the mall. We had lunch, watched Dear John (oh, brother. I think I'm getting really old for not liking cheesy stuffs like this flick), had dinner, then screened another movie, Wolfman, to end our Vday.
So I didn't like Dear John that much. But I was a mess inside the movie house for crying a lot. My heart sympathizes with old people a lot (maybe because I encounter them always at work). And so it always hits me when Mr. Tyree's all so alone and unappreciated by Mr. Good-looking-Muscle-Man (i didn't like him as John, sorry). And don't asked me how I let out a whimper when John's father died. Ooooh.
Yes I was a total mess. Or so I thought I was.
When my mom and I went to the ladies room, mom was complaining how swollen her eyes looked. My eyes looked like they cried a lot too, but my liner barely budged off my lashlines! Weeee!
Now I really really really am IN LOVE with it.
You know what to put on when out for a tear-jerking movie, ok? I felt like I should share this "glorious" thing with you, too.
Thanks for STILL reading! :)