walking into mustafa and being greeted with a good morning was like. yeah. darn right it's morning. hahaha. late night dim sum at swee choon at midnight and random mustafa shopping till 2ish. you asked me about what i'd do after getting married. that was met with an adamant i dont think i'm gonna get married. i wonder if that's my true sentiments. or that it was the direct opposite. i tread on thin ice coming to terms with emotions. a childhood friend's brother proposed to his girlfriend in church. 100 roses, a hundred balloons. it was so lovely. but he's also a lovely romantic guy :) the tears have to stop someday. a fairytale wedding. a princess dream. a girl can wish can't she?