I fast one meal and my parents react as if my own apocalypse is approaching. Even my brother who finds me fat and with tree trunks for thighs thinks fasting is stoopid, even for me. GAWD. It's not as if I'm going to die without the chicken rice for the night! sheesh.
(Crap. Now I'm feeling really hungry and thinking of chicken rice.)
Today was FLEA MARKET SHOP ALL YOUR MONEY AWAY DAY!
We had a near scare when we didn't see the sights of numerous laokokok stalls on laukokok planks behind cini but I surprised everyone with how brilliant I was when I was the first one who spotted the market across the road.
Still, a totally bimbotic moment ending off with us hehehehahahaing at ourselves.yaya, we are too stoopid for our own good.
Soooo, I, despite being broke due to prevailing absence of a job, bought 2 tops and 2 dresses and waalaa, $48 gone. Before I knew it, I had to borrow $2 from joey to pay for my zincgirl beergirl meal. (OMIGOSH, I TOTALLY BLANKED OUT ON THE WORD MEAL. Seems like my stomach isn't the only one deprived of a meal now)
But flea market shopping is good theraphy, even better than the usual topshop/F21/fareast affair in which we end up buying nothing. It's like, thailand's cheapcheap al natural foot massage and staring into some exclusive spa centre through their windows. so gotta work on my analogies. lol
mmmbopbopbopbopppmmmmmmbeeebooobopbop bye.
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