I was a lil mortified last night when i realized that i can no longer fit all my clothes into my wadrobe.

therefore this is this pile of (unworn) clothes seating at the bottom of my bed, shooting me slitty glares and tormenting me with the various moments during hols when i went a bit mad with the money i made from the piano classes.

okay i admit. so i didnt just went abit mad.

and its not very good when ur pal dragged u off yst to parkway because she needed to buy clothes desperately as in light of her recent weight loss ( she dropped about 7kg in a month and a half. i was shocked when i heard that.) almst noth fits her frame anymore. unless u strap her pair of jeans onto her with a tight leather belt and a pillow at her tummy.

and she opened ur eyes to the male sections of female shops that i dont go to like Espirit, Topshop and so on and with my new hair cut everything kinda look superb on me.

as a result, i have my eyes set on 3 tops, 2 from topman and 1 from Espirit.

they cost a 3 figure sum.

and there are still alot of clothes that i bought that i havent worn yet.

Im going to have to get my mom to buy me a second wadrobe.

well but can i say my fren had a lovely time by hoiking off about 7 tops, 3 bohemian long swishy skirts and a pump and a lavender wedge, which promptly resulted in me becoming her butler. I knew this was coming. I knew. That cheeky bitch never gave me half of her famous amos 500 g pack and she miraculously offered it to me yst without having to be asked. the whole scene was like the commercial for the great singapore sale where the long legged slut in a red dress swished her bum ard in front while her muse get staggered by the bags he have to carry.

difference in that she aint my muse. never will be. we will both bankrupt ourselves with our shopping habits.

There is a loophole to everything. even best friends.

I will know better the next time.

But can i just say i love her to death.