Okay...So now I'm sitting in front of the com and my brother keeps telling me that I'm gonna get raeped. He spouts weird stuff from the tip of his tongue every now and then, so I think we can...not take him seriously. Haha.

Brother: YOU'RE TRACEABLE. *continues rambling*

So interesting, at 11.40pm huh?

Anyways, I should really blog about some stuffs that happened since the o levels ended.

+Thursday, 13 Nov+

Well, this was the last day of O levels. Initially I wasn't very psyched up about it, but when the paper ended and someone went "YEEEEAAAAAAH." in the next room, my brain died and I squealed a little. (before going on to something more dynamic. haha) I wanted to hug and run and roll around in a field full of flowers.

Then after that, came the prom shopping! We waited for mummy (haz) for 1hr plus at the bus-stop outside of our school, while talking bout lots of stuff. I realized that daddy (hazel) wasn't feeling very happy, but she said that it'll pass and she'll get her energy back soon. Still, I was worried. I didn't say anything though...

When mummy arrived, we took the bus to clark quay. I sat beside mummy on the bus! So happy suuuu~ We talked about oofuri, cosplay and stuffs. I couldn't help smiling. Dearest dearest mummy suuuuu~ She let me watch videos of oofuri and Haruna on her NintendoDS and oh gods, it's really a 'slice of life' anime. I feel quite encouraged by it from time to time, understanding that failures are okay, as long as you've really worked hard for what you want. It's okay to cry, as long as you have done all you can. On another note, Haruna is hot. x.x I accidentally brainwashed mummy into liking Haruna as well. (though I heard that he was initially an ash-hole...) But hey, he's hot! (omg and he can do a raepface. ILU HARUNA! ><)

Um, back to...the bus. Okay. So we've reached clark quay, what next? We went around in a building, looking at dresses. (Some are so ex...homg.) Clare was the first one to try on a dress. I was the next to be shoved into another one. My fats are scaring me. Honestly, I feel so offended by my fats. Some of the shop ladies are evil and mean. They act like we're going to steal something or crash their shop, just cuz we're traveling in a huge bunch. (Many also acted very crudely and offensively when we're wearing our school uni. Good luck with that promotion, huh?) Anyways, the first dress I tried on was a bit of the sweet kind. It looked pretty weird on me cuz it was black and frilly. I don't think I can do sweet frills sometimes.

Daddy was the next to find a dress. She wore a white cardigan with it and looked absolutely fantabulous. She heavily considered it, so I guess she's gonna get it. Haha. There was a lot of squealing and strong attempts in trying to shove me into another dress. (I rejected, of course.)

We moved on~ And we found this quaint little shop in the corner of the building. We walked in and saw a man sitting at the counter, seemingly preoccupied. I browsed through the dresses and though I saw a few I thought were nice, did not really feel that the shop made a huge impact on me. Everything changed, however, when Clare tried on a dress.

The man stood up and then started to display his professionalism. He pin-pointed most of the improvements that can be made for Clare when she was wearing that particular dress. I was stunned speechless. He adjusted, he explained and he showed us. While Clare was changing out of her dress, mummy and sarah showed me a black dress which they named "Octo" thanks to the criss-crosses it had on its back. It was a classical beautiful black gown. They told me to try it...and I felt so tempted. Thing is, it was black. Should I wear black? Goodness. I couldn't decide. In the end, Hannah took the short way of explaining things and shoved me into the dress.

I squealed. (inside my head)

It looked amazing on me, I have to admit. I was shocked myself.
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Edit: Okay! I...uh...have to stop here for today! (cuz I lost the drive to blog, it's late and my mum is being a scary person.)

SHALL ADD ON LATER.