good evening. hee. a super tiring day. was traipsing around town with poot for hours. it's a total hassle to shop for boys' clothing. and we came to a realisation that boys have nicer clothes than us girls. back and forth we went but nothing seemed to be right.

treated my mom to lunch. and it was a worthwhile treat because i got a beautiful jacket in return. you see, it's good to be a good daughter. but one good deed deserves another. haha. wait till i work. i'll treat you to lunches everyday! heee. oh yes, my mom reads my blog. heh heh.

one more skirt and then, i shall declare myself broke. today was horrendous. maybe i should work instead of always shopping. hurrr. not now not now. haha. and poot agrees. hahahaaa.

so i had this conversation with a Zara sales assistant.

her: hey. so you buying this top?
me: hurrr yes?
her: ooh. -smiles- are you local?
me: ummm yesss.
her: smiles some more. how old are you?
me: 20 this year.
her: still studying?
me: hurrrrr. yes.
her: -smiles smiles smiles- you look childish. GRINS.
me: -trying to smile-

childish? child-like? hullo? bestie! that's SHANGHAI english for you. muahaha. well maybe, she really thought my name's daphne. [it's a long story] or maybe it was just my huge shades. hahaa.

my toes hurt. but iamahappygirl. beams.