lunch with hongyan.

well, lunch and then lounging around times with a baby name book making fun of people.

from 11.30 to 5.
and she refused to leave cause she found this mag.

hmph.

i bought a blackbook.

hong thought that it was the same as a burnbook.

and then i started counting the pages to see if it was worth my money.

what jeanne is with food, i am with notebooks. *wink*

pea still wants to kill me after i spent $32 on an organizer notebook thingee at borders and then lost it before using it.

me: 38..39..
hongyan: *stares*
me: what?
hongyan: exactly how many ex boyfriends do you have?
me: i've got way too many to fit in this book... like.. loh hongyan.. hongyan.. bum .. crumply.. bumbie.. hong... abs.. abs loh.. abs loh hongyan.. loh hongyan abs.. ah bee.. ah bur... bee.. bur..
hongyan: oh gee, thanks.
me: funny thing though, they all have the same number.

i thought that it was very funny at that time.

oh well.

rare opportunity that hongyan actually *invites* me to have lunch with her.

actually she wanted me to have high tea with her and ms goon.
i told her the only way i was goin for high tea is if either one of them paid.

which was when we both realized that we were broke.

so we just sat on the table outside the general office asking people passing by to give us money.

it didn't work so we emptied out our wallets.

i had $7 and a one dollar coin.
she had 12 and 2 worth of coins.

so we were calculating whether 21 would be enough to get us a pizza and a dvd to rent from jelita.

ended up in delifrance instead.

knew that that bum would never walk all the way to holland v.
even with *me* carrying her chinese dictionary in my backpack with my tamil one.

haha.

and we had lunch at delifrance.
and talked about nonsense for super long.

and then we went up. and there was this bazaar and they were selling these reall nice clothes. and then bum refused to stay with me. and toopk refuge in video ezy.
where we sat and watched bend it like beckham.

the indian family there is disturbingly familiar.

so after a while we went into times.
and she sat down on the floor with a baby names book.

and i grabbed this palmistry thing.
and this interpreting body language book.
and this chocolate recipe book.
and this astrology for kids book.
and my little black book. which i bought in the end.

notice that the books i look at are either blank notebooks with nice covers or books with large fonts and *lots* of pictures and colours.

and it's not even like i even read the books properly.
i just flipped through and looked at the pictures.

so we sat on the floor and just laughed at names.

like rupert and humprey and edna.

we stayed there till 5.
and then had to run home.

but we got sidetracked and ended up at the bazaar again. this time looking at jewellery. and she was complaining abou how she can never find the hole in her ears to wear earrings. and i gave her this weird look after she said that she took 45 minutes to put on the long hook kinds.

for one ear.

and then i tried to get her to buy something nice.

and was pointing out everything to her.

me: what about this?.. this is nice.. or this? i like this..
her: hmm..
me: this?
her: no..
me: this?
her: no.. i want a choker.
me: ok, finally. something. they've got lots of nice chokers.. look..
her: not that kind.. the black string kind..
me: those are here.. you might as well get a nice pendant to go with it..
her: no.. not that kind.. the long chokers..
me: ... chokers can't be long.. they're supposed to be short so that they choke you..
her: the one with the long string then you can decide how long you want it..
me: oh you mean the cowgirl kind?
her: no.. like the one aaron has..
me: i am *not* getting you boy jewellery.. stop getting fashion advice from your brothers..

hmph. i can never go shopping with her.

and i saw this nice necklace and told her that she should wear that for the wedding since her bridesmaid's dress is strapless.

me: eh get this. it would make your neck look longer. and besides, it'd go well with your green strapless bridesmaid's dress.
her: it's not strapless. it's like.. this.. *tries to draw out the neckline*
me: oh. you mean the dress is boatnecked?
her: *stares*
me: what?
her: that's exactly what the tailor said. boatnecked. how do you know what boatnecked is?
me: ... it's a neckline and i'm a girl. i speak tailor lingo.
her: well.. i know what halters are..
me: congrats. you have officially enough dress knowledge to be a boy.
her: .. i know what an a line skirt is..
me: ... bravo.