Bestfriends are richer than chocolates.

I hear the voices of my legs pleading just to give them a break. I wish I could. Shopping with Dee? I supposed that's so not going to happen. Dee, no matter how much torture you put me through just now, I'd never stop loving you.




And the saying goes about how opposites attract.
J keeps ranting about how small he looks despite that sapau/fat (whatever you want to call it) body he has.
And on the other end, me, who keeps ranting about how big my thighs are despite the hundreds who've been assuring me my thighs are perfectly proportional. Tsk.
Oh well, so that pretty explains.

So, how? Geylang tomorrow with Mum.