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Salut. The name is Ivy. She gets a year older every 18th November. Butterflies aren't really on her List of Nice Things. She loves her BFFs and TENNIS :D. Okay, and she doesn't know what else to say so she will stop here.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
GUILT TRIP

Bought this 50% dark Ritter Sport at suntec Carrefour when I went over to xinyi's for a sleepover thursday night. Oh, along with a bento box of sushi and a bag of Lays' Sour Cream and Onion (which I didn't get close to finishing; You gotta save room for the chocolate.)

Yes yes. Such rare indulgence. And what fate that brought us together too!

XY: Hey! Kinde Bueno!
IVY: ZOMG SO MANY SELECTIONS OF RITTER SPORTTTT.
XY: No! You already have your chips!
IVY: *dragged away to cashier*

At the cashier's:
XY: *muttering about queues and slow cashiers*
IVY: *line of scope wandering around* ZOMG. Rittersport! *exclaims happily to no one in particular at the candy rack*
XY: Euhm. Yes.
IVY: WHAT FATE! Okay that's it; I'm getting it. Now...Lays or Rittersport...
XY: ...ahhh...
IVY: Ayeee whatever. *pops the square bar of chocolate onto pile of junkies in my arms*

See, what can I say.
It's a SIGN.

Anyways.
50% was the highest I saw.
Maybe next time I'll keep an eye out for this one.
HEH.

After I came home from the noisy, bustling pubs at Holland Village yesterday with my ex-colleagues, I finally figured out the cause of my zit outbreak.

12 cubes of chocolate from the nights before.

Tch.
I foresee my cheecks getting meatier and my thighs getting fleshier.
What the heck.
Chocolates are cheaper than booze, healthier too.