Apparently, to all my different groups of friends, I'm categorized as the pervert. Damn I feel so like Daniel Chong and Nathaniel Sia. Damn.

To certain groups of friends, I'm the girl. Damn I don't know who to feel like. Damn.

Went out with Andrea, Marilyn, and Shirley yesterday. To them, I am a pervertic girl. Damn.

Hanged at Spring and they brought me shopping for girly accesories. Then we dropped Marilyn off at church for youth while I didn't 'cause I'm a pervertic freak. So we lepak at Shirley's place until youth ended and picked Marilyn up again for dinner.

When I got there, the adults gave me the why-is-he-in-a-car-with-two-girls-skipping-youth-and-coming-back-just-to-fetch-another-girl look. Damn.

Went to Elephant for dinner. This is my iced peach punch. I don't know why I always get this when I'm having western cuisines. I've got no pictures of my main course though as it looked so delicious that it makes you indulge yourself in it without saying grace first but of course we did.

My largest iced peach punch I've ever had

There was even a special song to say grace. Andrea said the lyrics out and Marilyn tried to sing along but I'm pretty sure they both failed to play their parts.

It sounds sooo fwiggin cute.

Went to my grandma's today and there were more cherries so I berkebun again.

This is my dad helping me berkebun