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Saturday, December 17 8:11 PM


Today was lovely! Out with my birkeness parthner in crime and headed to town! haha. She's so happy she finally bought her yellow roxy bag! She loves it loads man! haha.

And I love my pink and grey stripeed mambo skirt! Oh my gosh, im so happy I finally bought it after longing it for mighty long! I also got a pink, black and white paul frank clutch! I love it hella loads! We are so gonna get this adidas wallet together! Cheap, nice and chic! Okay man, I will not put much detail of that wallet, cause we dont want anyone else to get before us.

Skye's playing with my neighbours now. haha. And and hahaha, something embrassing happened to me outside lido man! hahaha. and clara thinks it funny. haha. hilarious stuff. I am like gonna get this brown ripcurl bag for my birkeness for all the birthdays that i owe her. I freakin love paul frank now! just that expensive is one problem. Love that clutchie pouchy thing i bought. Oh, and I just remembered, the 70'S CHILD tee from forever 21 is nice like mad! (:

I still havent ate my dinner! Yesterday I went cycling at east coast! I love cycling cause i am rather good at that! and I didnt fall, amazing! wanted to rollerblade badly, but changed my mind in the end. The days are getting cool! just not until the nineteen. And mr ow treated us to swensens yest after helping out at him classroom by thowing away the expired water and recycling the bottles. hah!

Shd go read her blog! especially that joke part! hahahaha. funny stuff! Sometimes, things are really hectic. I dont give a damm, I have nothing to hide. i am just feeling sheer disappointment. Just what's with that attitude, dear friend? does it always have to end up being our fault time and time again? I guess so. Its always the case, sad to say.

loved