Plaid and braid

I was ditched by my schoolmates in school today. They preferred the comfort given at home. I was told that one of them will come for we had add maths and economics. We were given the State paper for the drills. And they were tough but left untouchable. I was more interested in reading Sophie Kinsella's chick lit instead. Thank God for Tan Yee Leng. The aspiring author.

I've lost my blogging mojo again. Which happens quite frequently. Pondering whether i should close the blog. But i guess not, i need Nuffnang and the benefits given. Oh, and you readers too.

After an unproductive day in school, followed Justin Low to Ikea Damansara for some yums of Swedish meatballs and Daim Cake. It has been such a while since i last step foot in Ikea and boy do i love the atmosphere. The smell of wood and furniture is overwhelming and very Swedish. This beats Home Depot anytime.

Justin Low had 15 meatballs of which i stole a couple and some french fries. Also, in which he has proven my weakness in mathematics. *slaps forehead

The Daim Cake he got for me which was scrumptious and heavenly. I was craving for a second plate, but it'd be a continuous act and have him broke and penniless.

I swear he got a little annoyed by my razor mouth that wouldn't stop. Gasps of astonishment, excitement and i almost hyperventilated. I was literally acting like a 9-year-old. I must have bore him or we wouldn't have left early. :(

The measurement table in the cloth and fabric area. To measure the customer's desired length and snip the extras, and also a very nice spot to rest your head after a momentary walk.

*awkward (times aplenty)

Poor Justin, i could really see he was a little weary and tired. Though the day there made me a satisfied happy little girl. Thanks Justin Low for the treat and the ride and your patience! And yes, the soft toys there are a little eccentric and not pleasant looking but they're soft and likable! In the end, that's all that matters. :)

Oh p/s: My school's canteen walk way caught a little fire due to the short circuit in the fuse box and i was affected by the heat of the scorching sun as the fan was out. My bm teacher was adamant to stay in class and she didn't bother about the fire. Many salutations to her. Hafiz who transported the news to us in a way that was too dramatic and Transformer-like literally shouted "This is.." and before he even finished the sentence as he was gasping for air, one of my classmates said "Sparta". It was funny in a way.