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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Game on, sucker

non-stop outings lately. etc. not in the mood for super-detailed recounts here, so please do bear with me; like i'm not in the best of moods, again i say this- no, not because of bloody pms. bloody hellllllllllll, excuses for the minor profanities-indulgence, but (?) HAH search me if you can.
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it's a visit to the zoo cum a family outing in the recents. had a great time there since it's been like donkey years since my last trip to the aforementioned. no, i didn't exactly find joy in meeting the animals (talk about the overpoweringm ever so pungent odour of pee, and oh, not to mention the poo and sorts eww), but oh well, i must admit that the beautiful creatures like white tigers made the visit wholesome eventually. blablaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. i wanted to ride the pony! oh gosh, but the tickets were all sold out, so. uhm, my loss. etc.

shopping shopping shopping with mom. guess watch. guess clutch bag. annoying fact, really! there she was, embarking in a branded accessories expenditure, leaving me behind going wide-eyed, she uh without even so much as a "honey, you want this gorgeous tee for yourself? take it to the cashier and pay.." or something. i'll let this pass for now, of course(yours sincerely). birthday girl, with love. roll eyes

"how ya doin?" haha, norbit. lovely comedy-based show. thought the malls were all opened to spare us ladies the boredom (splurge's a must a task to fulfill, especially we're like in orchard), but ehmagod, thanks to cny, need i say more? zara's being such a darl though; it's like the only store there that's bustling for business(!) with a bit of camwhoring, catching-ups, bitching and the delicious frappe & cheesecake at mccafe, we headed for the train thereafter, ready for home sweet home. it'll be vivo city next, okay? awesome ;)

okay. did i say i'm not in the mood for super-detailed recounts? blahbitty blah.
p.s: when's our next rendezvous, janiya?

Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,