I really should start blogging again, since my days are spent mostly busying myself with the homebodiness. If I ever got quarantined there wouldn't be much I had to get accustomed to. I'd be gleeful.

Met Ashlyn today ( edit: yesterday, because stupid lappy shut down on me last night ) , cheers to chipmunk spirit! We whiled our time in the usual manner, for lunch we had salmon avocado / japanese wanton carbonara, and we did artwork with red chilli powder. I LOVE avocado, it should replace apples as my favourite fruit. Or grapefruit - Although I really enjoy the juice more than the fruit.

omg.I.Am.So.Boring.

The rain came and destroyed our rooftop adventure, so we spent a lonngggg time decorating our wishball. Apparently we don't dream much because it was torturous filling up that white squiggy thing with our black ink. We then left branded with the customary marker blotches on our hands and arms, like molli molli girls. We then got drawn into the Mango sale and listened to super annoying dressing room exchange of words. ( Omg i havent worn anything nice for such a long time. No la! WHen was the last time I wore something nice? ) yucks yucks yucks yucks. Finally we trudged over to Esplanade to collect my tickets ( whee ) and got enthralled by... pink walls. Which seduced us into taking photos of invisible whirling arms. -.- In the darkness of the terrace rooftop my lousy phone camera produced nothing but.. grain. Shit it.