She got her own thing...

I was having a bad day.
In fact, I was standing in the middle of a mall singing Bad Day by Daniel Powter.
(Subconsciously, of course.)
Then a random little boy smiled at me.
I smiled back.
I suddenly began to feel lifted.
And that was the second time in a month that a little kid made my day.

~

You know those little samples you get in supermarkets? Well, today I tried organic spaghetti. Dan tried it too, but only because one of the flavors was named Basil. (He even took the liberty of telling the salesgirl that his friend’s name was Basil.) I tried the Chili. Dan said his sucked but mine was okay. :)

I kind of want to go swimming now. I haven’t done that in quite a while. Any exercise I get always consists of just walking to and fro from school everyday. :( Okay, set! The next time peeps come over, we’re going swimming!!! (IF there are no creepy Malay guys loitering or especially swimming there.)

I wish I never had to grow up. Being blissfully ignorant wasn’t so bad. It’s way better than this.

Till teenagers think their parents totally get them,

-Rachy