retail therapy!

ok i wouldnt exactly call it therapy because i actually have nothing to be upset about at this point in time.

other than the general confusion over my relationship status. i mean, who knew there were so many types of statuses...stati? status'?

not friends, together, sorta together, he wants me back what do i do, its not gonna work out, i think it might work out (you see what i mean by confusion)...

i'm starting to digress.

so anyway we'll just call it shopping and not retail therapy. or mindless/unnecessary spending of money.

oh but first!

desmond chiam, you lie. i did not make a taxi cab crash. i grossed alvin out and he yelled and scared the taxi driver who NEARLY collided with a bus but didnt! so there was REALLY no crashing!

oh and my periods here. i'm fucking bloated and releasing gas from every end possible.



is everyone crinkling their noses in disgust now??

anyway bodily functions aside.
i'm so glad i got the day off work. like. really.
there isn't much to do now that my internship is winding down and on thursday i got so bored that i fucking broke out in hives.
HUGE patches of red welts. all over.
...
because i was bored.
i am so not joking.

today was hugely productive though!
got eyebrows done, managed to find (but not buy) my aviators, haircut, covered all the shops in bangsar and fit in a really nice lunch at Marmalade.

super tai tai lifestyle la




fucking cute Mooie price tags lah! like that how not to buy! the clothes are like practically PLEADING for you to bring them home

found quite a lot of good stuff actually BUT the tiring thing about shopping in Bangsar are all the stairs you HAVE. TO. CLIMB.

fuck i swear my butt got more toned today just from walking up the gazillion flights of stairs.

cant wait for my Coach wristlet to come back from the states!!!!!




three guesses as to who's bringing it back

*twiddles thumbs*

+ Bob Marley - No Woman, No Cry
everythings gonna be alright now, everythings gonna be alright...