Skipped art class with Shahirah, Grace, Gabrielle and Abegail and hid ourselves inside the handicapped cubicle for the whole entire time. And... Not intentionally but because we had no choice, eavesdropping on a conversation between a group of indian girls while they were talking about the colours of their bras and panties. I almost gagged. It was that bad. Total torture!

But we still got caught in the end. Chee bye kia.

Spent the rest of my Friday with mah best friends. We saw some ang moh dude who had very long hair and beard in the MRT on the way home. We stared at him till he alighted at Raffles Place. And then Viv was like, "HE LOOKS LIKE JESUS!!!!!" LULZ.

The most sadly unbelieveable thing right now is how different people derived so much stuff from me and my blog. :-(