You stole someone else’s eyebrows
Now it’s thick and bushy and dark
It looks so good on you that
You have now stolen my heart
It sounds horrible doesn’t it?Saying someone’s eyebrows are like some creepy crawly .. but let me tell you, there’s nothing remotely creepy about it, that I can say for sure *heart flutters*
Darn it I can’t think straight because my tummy is growling and threatening to run amok if I don’t fill it up. I don’t know why it’s like this. I already had Nestum + Milo this morning. It should be fine up until noon, where I will then proceed to have lunch. It’s an absolute disgrace that I have to succumb to all this and have B’fast, lunch and dinner. How the heck am I supposed to lose weight with all this preposterousness.
Anyhoo, back from lunch now (it’s been a few hours since I last wrote this as I had some work to take care of first) and it was truly a satisfying one. Curry mee mmm … delicious. I couldn’t have asked for a better lunch. Well, actually I could. It would have been more ah-mazing if I had dessert to go with it (maybe some cheesecake, just the plain one is more than enough to complete my meal) and the caterpillar eyebrows for eye-candy. Now that would be a lunch of an out-of-this-world proportions.
Damn that guy is hot! I could stare into his eyes all day. That is … if I even get to see him for even more than 5 minutes.
Ooh, I like my fragrance today. [Hehe .. I get distracted way too easily.] I am wearing Bvlgari EDT today. I rarely wear this particular fragrance. It’s not my favourite. I have a new favourite, Givenchy’s Ange ou demon Le Secret. I never intended to purchase a new fragrance for myself as my mum ‘gave’ me quite recently (Jlo’s Live Deluxe) and I was actually looking for one for her instead. I have no idea how I bought the fragrance. I blame the promoter. Damn her!!! Making me take a whiff of the fragrance, and ended up buying it.
And the very next day, what do you know. I bought another fragrance. But this one is for my mum, I promise. (although it’s simply incredible and I am tempted …) Bvlgari (my new fave designer brand for perfumes) Jasmin Noir Jewelry Edition. Yes, you read it right.Jewelry Edition. It’s significantly limited (think only about 100 bottles worldwide) and I was fidgeting as to whether to buy or not to buy. I think I would have regretted not buying it. It was too good an opportunity to miss. Even though I had to practically beg, borrow and steal afterwards out of shortage of cash, it was totally worth it.
I can’t wait to see my mum’s face when she gets it.
The bottle design is already picture perfect. The typical Jasmin Noir you would see on the perfume shelves (or for those of you with exquisite taste, on your dressing table) but with a ‘slight’ addition to the design – an 18 carat gold necklace encompasses the neck of the bottle. That’s right. Now you know why I just had to buy it, by hook or by crook. Which was true to the case as my credit card almost maxed out (by just a few tens of ringgit). For my dearest mum, I would sacrifice it all. Well, it was slightly selfish of me because, well, I don’t really know how to put it into words but there was something inside of me that, just buying the fragrance (even if not for myself) was pure therapeutic.
Heck! I’m supposed to be writing about the Caterpillar Man, not Bvlgari!
Let’s list down what it is about him that attracted me so.
1) Height – he’s tall … enough anyway. I would like him taller, but, I suppose you can’t have it all.
2) Nice bod – not skinny, not bulky, no tummy. That’s fine by me.
3) Smart – he dresses nicely. Love the pressed shirt, perfectly knotted tie, a little spike in the hair … not too much. Just right.
4) Fair – he’s fair-skinned, which is what I like (not being so fair myself, well, just a slight) but just a nice coloured skin tone.
5) Features – strong, captivating, the eyebrows … *sigh*
There you go. It doesn’t take much apparently, to make me fall head over heels.
The problem is (heck there’s a gazillion problems to it actually) I have no idea where he works. Well, I know he works in my building, that I’m sure of (I think) but which floor? Which dept?
So many questions left unanswered. I can’t even dig up info because I don’t even know how to describe him in the first place. What do I ask people? Do you know a good looking guy with thick eyebrows? Hello … people will think I’m nuts. Which isn’t far off anyway.
I just don’t get the sudden obsession about men’s eyebrows. It never occurred to me that that is the basis for attraction, to me anyhow. How did that come about?
Let’s recall … ok. Back in college, yes, I see it now. The guy I used to like, used to be a close friend, the first (and probably last) guy I told that I liked him. He had thick eyebrows as well. But what about Dublin guy? Did he have thick eyebrows? For the life of me I can’t remember. How long did I have a crush on him? Let’s see … starting March ’07? Or was it Feb? probably more likely it being Feb than March I suppose. Then he went back to Malaysia for hols in June, I then proceeded to return to Malaysia for good in September, to which he returned to Dublin in the same month. Last known contact was via Yahoo Messenger back in 2008 (early 2008 or end of 2007). Either way, he has probably forgotten all about me as he never replied any of my messages (in Yahoo Messenger nor Facebook).
Nonetheless, this guy is my new ultimate goal here. Him, or the nearest look alike. Take your pick.
To quote Mr. T, “Quit yo jibba jabba.”
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