haha momma bought blessings. taufik's album. hahah. this is like wowness. never in a million years i thought she would actually buy a music cd(:

where's the track that's what friends are for, hm!?

went window shopping with cousin lili after lunch at banquet in compass point.. and she came across this funky-looking purple dress. she was crossed there wasn't any for her size.

i was like, not like you're actually gonna buy it, right? i mean, purple? ewk? and it's prom-ish.

and i went on and on and suddenly she asked me when's my prom.

"end of this year.. obviously." and i plunged on some more about when would be a better timing if not the end of the year, right? and then i realized something..

shht.

the next thing i knew, i was in the fitting room, trying the stupid purple thing on. i refused to get out of the fitting room, even though she was begging me to parade it out for her.

"its too low.."
"what's too low?"
"around the chest area.."
"it's supposed to......."
"well. i don't like it."
"fine... what do you think of the colour maroon?"

lili kept bringing in more prom-ish dresses for me to try on. she almost got into trouble with the people working there.

then she brought in this floral dress.. which is really pretty and sweet and i bet in price too but, hey, isn't it too early to think about prom!?

she said something about 'not necessary to wear it for that occasion'.. hah. right. wouldn't want to see me wearing a frigging dress walking down orchard road.

then as i was trying to squeeze out of the dress, i heard that dreadful sound of fabric.. torn.. shoot. i checked the price. yup. shot.

but we managed to get away with it. heh. heheh. hahahahha. we were like ever so innocently, "is this dress supposed to be like this?" (meaning a little ripped).

but if you think that should stop her from taking another risk of making me try out more dresses, you're wrong.. we went to another fitting room. she draagged me, more like.

however i liked what she picked out this time. a white super super short dress but she made me wear this pair of funky jeans with it.

"i like this! i don't mind wearing this."
"not very prom-ish."
"wedding-ish?"
"well.."
"your wedding."
"..hey it's late. we should get going. your mom is going to kill me."

ha. haha. hahahh.

xD

wonder what noratiah is doing now. heh. stuffing her face with fast food, i guess? and buying fake branded stuffs for her friends back home. hah. hahha. where's my b-gum?

(:

dont say giving up. say moving on..(:

he's moving on. happy for him. haha. hahah.

maybe i should move on as well. how many more mistakes before i go insane?