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Charmaine, 14. Kranji Secondary School. I'm awkward and panicky. Oh &, I like to bake.
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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Hi stalkers, I briefly blogged yesterday about my activities with April at Draycott 8, the place where the rich or the bossy stays. Well, most of them (:

So I met April at around 12 in Ion, and I met Julia there. Hahaha, she's super epic. We hugged then said goodbye, met with April & her mom then went to the food court. Thanks for the food, Auntie Mabel! (: Ate something I don't wish to mention, memories. Then walked to Far East. Shopped around in Far East for a while, then headed to Draycott 8. The walk there is crazy far. 4 pedestrian crossings and walk up the hill. There was this bunch of flies or something that scared the shit out of me, I just started screaming like a crazy woman. Like I already am not. On the way I also met the bee & the butterfly.

(Okay I know my posture hunchbacked, save your nasty comments for yourself.)


LOVELOVELOVE THE TWO PICTURES ABOVE (:

SO. I found this on Tumblr quite long ago. She's really pretty, like you didn't already know. So yup, hi Demi.



And after we dropped Vanessa to the bus-stop in the morning because she needed to go back to school, Auntie & my mom went to the hair salon. They saw my super frizzy messy wavy hair, so they told them to do some hair treatment thing for me. The stylist was okay lar, not too bad I guess. But keep on putting things on my hair then wash, dry already then they put again. And the cycle repeats. He blowdried my hair afterwards, then as usual my hair ends curled up like crazy.

So my auntie asked him to blow straighter when my hair is freaking natural curl. So I didn't understand what the problem was. Then she just told them to blow it straight, like wtf. IT WON'T WORK. So they went to straighten my hair. Tada, I actually like it now. But I think my hair like that look like pancake. Nehmind, shower then no more already (: Win. Nice experience though, I took a fair share of photos heehee.




Bye stalkers.