r is rich

the past week has been relatively enjoyable, having been spent mostly at school and at meridian's food court, amongst the enjoyable company of my lurrvely classmates. now waiting for mother to exit from the toilet so i can commence with bathing, but it seems she is washing clothes, so it might take a while.

it is good to know that the haze is clearing/ will be clearing up, which will then enable me to go running by refusing me, amongst others, the last few excuses i have for not running, which i abhor, unless it is on a treadmill since then i wouldn't have to look out for murderous traffic and can listen to mp3s, which, to the common man, may sound disgusting (the mp3's) since they contain things like avril and eighties trance hits, which my sister loves.

i've been shuttling between bishan, hougang and orchard for the past few days, accounting for the numerous times i have been to zara and topman (no not at hougang), with the purpose of finding more clothes for prom, having bought an absolutely sex pair of jeans, which is love, but i am becoming increasingly distracted by frivolous t-shirts and jackets. speaking of which, there is this love tank top singlety thing at the wheelock place zara which is v cute, it reads 'ali baba was my friend' in sparklies, which is not another language, but alas, they only have sizes m to xl, which is completely unsuitable for small me to whom s fits like a glove. hope arises, it seems, from the kids section, which has inspired me to a high degree, with the 12 and above sizes fitting me like said gloves, and the designs are cute, and the price is half that of normal zara things :D time to be young again, and there are some good things about being small, cute and friendly :D.

okay, our outing to the gay bar is confirmed on saturday, which should be interesting/ exciting, according to js. so there.

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