i love my mom.
i'd write things so incredibly boring that i won't.
read my diary instead.
so instead of practicing keys with the youth band (who treat me or maybe everyone else too as always there and dispensable), i "needed a break" and went off to clarke quay with Tricia and Delane.
(and here comes a thoroughly mind-stretching account)
we met at the clarke quay (or "clarkey kway" as i say it) mrt station/mall. me with my red eyes.
then blah blah blah in points now.
- "british" takeaway's bangers and mash consist of bangers (sausages) that squirt at you viciously and liquified potatoes coming out of a machine.
i'd write things so incredibly boring that i won't.
read my diary instead.
so instead of practicing keys with the youth band (who treat me or maybe everyone else too as always there and dispensable), i "needed a break" and went off to clarke quay with Tricia and Delane.
(and here comes a thoroughly mind-stretching account)
we met at the clarke quay (or "clarkey kway" as i say it) mrt station/mall. me with my red eyes.
then blah blah blah in points now.
- "british" takeaway's bangers and mash consist of bangers (sausages) that squirt at you viciously and liquified potatoes coming out of a machine.
- we waved to tourists. most of them waved back.
- went back to the mall to buy nail polish (by chance) and watch a fashion showcase with not-very-good models (not by chance).
- went round the stores looking at... was it rings?
then we went back home. (5-something pm)
to my house.
Delane and Tricia stayed at my house playing with the wii and i heard it was FUN (i nearly punched a hole in the tv once, by the way). but i had to leave for youth service.
they were there til 8.
we also took pictures.
colors. lots of colors.
we're thinking!
sexy socks.
Delane's foot.
takeaway crushed ice!
sky
