Truth behind misconception that might have been concocted at college yesterday:

Busy busy morning and this time, forgot to bring Mr. Bubblegum with me. Sat cross-legged in the car, talked mostly about things that will not be useful to me in the car with mom, and as I passed by the guard house at Sunway, unfolded my legs and fitted them into my flops.

Eh. eh. eh. eh. eh.

I wore two different flops. I can see my future role as a mother crumble down into pieces, almost similar to that of your fork on an apple crumble. There was a backup plan, killer Zara heels. Mind you, I was dressed in denim shorts and a long sleeved top. I could never pull off shorts and heels, never have I ever. but in the end, it was either killer heels, or mismatched flops. Times like these are when I feel almost like an adult, making v.v.v.v. important decisions. It was a trampy Friday for me :( I suppose better trampy than loser. Let's just see if I regret this.


I drove my parents to the poling centre today! :) The least I could do as an 18 year old.