At 6ish today, I met up with my No. 1 Fan. Jenna, I have zero idea why you say you are my number one fan when each time you see me, all you can do to me is to shower me with bucketfuls of negative comments.
"Emily... I am sorry to say but you grew fatter. " , " Emily... I am sorry to say you are so fair now. Why are you not the beach babe I once knew ? Not gorgeous already laaa. " It is okay Jenna, I am fat but I don't have a stinky selfish personality unlike somebody. So childish, but this is what I always tell my friends these days when we are on the line. Wenling, Stefanie and Jenna can testify for that. I DESPISE HER LIKE TOTALLY. And after hearing all my stories, my friends had to nod in agreement. I mean, anybody in the right state of mind, would. I hate her so much I feel like punching her face until my knuckles bleed and dislocate. I feel very sad for her selfish personality. The things she do sends trucks of disgust down my spine. To actually hurt sombody so much time and time again whom she CLAIMED she love ? Cringe. Grimace. Fuckerton.

Jenna and I had subway ! And we met two interesting girls. They were sitting at the table behind us and had their eyes glued on us half the time. LIKE WASSUP YO. Fine, whatever. Jenna and I couldn't be bothered. I was at my usual, filling her in with all the bad stuff about the girl whom I now officially hate and despise. AND THEN. The two girls stood up. One walked infront of the other. The front one threw a piece of crumpled serviette on the floor, the one behind picked it up, left it on our table and said " Excuse me, I think you all dropped this. "

What the heck, I know.

So, we had to remain our coolest right ? Social sophistication and poise, like what I always tell my friends. HAHAHA grossness. Right after they left Subway, we took a look at the serviette .
Here's how it looks like.

Haha quite cool beans right ? I would want to say hello if I ever see them two again.

After dinner, I went to buy the ex-girlfriend's family icecream mooncakes !

So happy to see them happy. And then her mother offered to give me a set of their house keys so I can come in anytime. (like, after clubbing till wee hours and I don't want to go home.) I'm never able to find another mummy who's able to pluck my eyebrows, facemask me, manicure me, listen to me rant and complain about how badly her daughter once treated me, cook for me, call me up days before my birthday to date me out. And I really really love her much. Like my very own mummy.

:)