today. was mucking around at home. no plans. rather, was turned down. so dear bernice asked me to study. wednesday. good and bad. bad, studied little. bad, felt down. bad, ready to get a beautifule F9 for humans after fucking up history. good, went out with bernice ong. good, we studied. and shopped. we had a spastic day. met lots of people. lao bungs, gross lesbians, girls from bernice's most loved school and girls in pyjamas lookalikes, among others. i won a bet with bernice, that there WAS a carl's j at far east. she owes me lunch there tmr. : ) and seventy one dollars. in cash.

shopping count for today:

bernice:
- naval stud (which i had to help choose cos she was so indecisive. -.- and some assholes were totally perving at her lifting up her blouse? and they were probably thinking we were PL. cos they saw me choosing for her, then saw her take money from me, and then return the change. who does that, except for couples!?) sandra cheng. :)
- some hairband (she can use for her future job interview.) (i paid)
- starbucks chocolate chip ( which probably made her high and start dancing!)
- ipod PINK skin (which i had to paste for her cos she sucked at it -.-)

sandra:
- grad white heels
- reservation on a prom dress (should i buy? )
- condensing chicken. bernice's favourite. more on bernice's lj.

we were in the midst/ in two minds to buy sex bands from 77th street. something that probably made the person think we were PLs further. i'm so not wanting BERNICE to break my sex bands, for those who knows what it means. LMAO. she so wanna dance, so do i. stop stealing my songs bernice. and YOU caused the PL revival, not me. rawr.

a letter straight to your heart - what do you know about me? nothing. do you know what i've been doing? no. do i care? no. do i bother? no. what to do? i don't know. tell me what to do. i really don't know. bridge the gap between the constantly drifting islands? or cut the line and to each his own?

happy birthday simin. hope you enjoyed yourself. happy sweet sixteenth.