there's just no hope of flattening my stomach now because we went for a buffet at Copthorne King's hotel and argh... my horribly bulgy belly is showing through the Topshop look-alike tunic that is supposed to conceal fat bellies!!! next level: maternity wear. even the flare of the tunic cannot do anything to hide the hideous monster. The buffet's good though. One nice Caucasian old lady asked me what i was dumping into my bowl so i said pig's stomach soup and she said,"Pig's stomach? i think i'll pass on that one." funny nice lady. there was a waiter who looked like Clark Kent. Without my glasses i still managed to pple-watch a little even though what i saw ain't reality. because i thought one waiter looked quite cute in a nerdy, studious way until my sis told me, "No, he looks like a butch." as in he looked like a girl trying to be a guy but he's really a guy. complicated. oh well. recess week is over so fast. see...over before i knew it even began. listen to this song- we're all in the dance by Feist. It's the ending song of Paris Je'Taime.

♥ 11:08 PM

happy goofing around with grace. happy goofing around with terri. happy full clique meet-up. time passes like a blur when you're busy being happy.

♥ 6:54 PM

recess week. yessshhhh.can someone teach me how to do the comments function after every post cos i'm such an IT idiot.

♥ 4:04 PM

the one thing that brings girls together instantaneously- bitching.

♥ 10:02 AM