With money in my hands, I am bound to splurge it on cab fares. It is definitely the most ridiculous bad habit I have now, because honestly, given the current times, I should never pull out notes from my wallet to foot the fare. But anyway, I am guilty of that, yet again. Old habits die hard.
I met up with soulmate before heading for town to shop. I am positive all ladies can relate to my agony and misery of not having a good amount of cash on ourselves when you set your sights on beautiful clothes. Yes, I suspect women are clairvoyant, having the ability to sight clothes even from a mile away and through the glass panes.
Train ride was seemingly long, which came to me as a surprise as we had been talking, chasing silence away. Actually, soulmate was the one who did most of the talking, like what she mentioned in her blog, venting out her frustration. I listened to her.
It was great that soulmate made the right decision by going to Delifrance during high tea. Funny as it sounds, we ordered desserts and cold beverages for tea.
(Pictures will be posted in the following entry.)
It was indeed satisfying for us both as the food certainly didn't disappoint us.
FOOD COMPLETES JEAN.
We diligently circuited around the mall, swinging by every shop we always patronise. I have eyed on many things I am dying for, so perhaps soulmate can start preparing for my funeral. I will be eternally grateful for that. Terima kasih. Sama sama.
I honestly do not know what else to write about because I lead a mundane life like any other. It dawned upon me that the romance films each individual picks reflect on how they regard this term as 'love'. Soulmate and I talked about this over tea, and she knows what I am blabbering about. Love is wearing my confidence thin.
Knickers.
Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
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