L,

Okay.
So.

I got up really early to meet Lydia at ten-thirty in the morning to accompany her Christmas shopping, which was ridiculous, since I went to sleep at midnight (I was venting my anger on paper with pen and liquid paper, which is becoming one of my favorite hobbies), while Lydia knocked out at only two in the morning because she claimed somebody visited her at two in the morning to deliver an extra-large stuffed toy.
I bet she's imagining things, as always.

"Merry Christmas, Lydia. Your Christmas card is at home, still blank, because I don't know what to write in it, except for 'Merry Christmas', which is really kind of pathetic."
"I wrote yours already!"
"Oh. Open your present."
"Now!?"
"Why not?"
"Uh...okay. Shit. It looks like underwear. Oh my God. UNDERWEAR!? Laura, you trying to be funny or something?"
"Uh...maybe."

Then we started fighting in the middle of Bedok Interchange, where Lydia began "flashing" her new underwear.

But Lydia later admitted that she had a lack of underwear.
So.
Yeah.
I am a genius, really.

So we went shopping for Lydia's overdue presents.
The stupid girl didn't want to/didn't dare to ask the saleswoman how she was supposed to purchase some boxes of chocolates that were stuck on the wall, so, guess who ended up doing it?
Her shadow.
No.
Me.

But I've gotten Edward Monkton's The Law of Straightness pencil case.
Maryanne is jealous.
She was banned from meeting up with us, today.
Bless the poor soul.

INSIDE JOKE.

"Call her."
"Okay...Ey, she's not picking her phone up. Surprising, I thought she is always by her phone, 24/7."
"Let me try calling...Yeah, she's not picking it up."
"Let's see who she calls back first when she reviews her list of  'MISSED CALLS'. I bet it''ll be you."
"No. She hates me."
"I'd bet you two dollars she'd return your call first."
"I HAVE NO MONEY."

Two hours later.

"Lydia, did she call or text message you back?"
"Uh...no."
"She text messaged me."
"IDIOT."
"But I don't owe you two bucks, because I never striked any deal with you."

:)

Laura Jane Yeo Wei Wen the pig went to bed at eleven at night, which is why, for once, she was early in meeting Lydia and I.
We headed to Orchard, where Lydia and I started fighting, again, because I commented that some unnatural thing climbing up the wall resembles her.

"CHILDREN! STOP FIGHTING AT ORCHARD!"
"EY! DON'T KICK ME LAH!"
"OUCH!"
"STOP FIGHTING AT ORCHARD ROAD! LYDIA!  IT'S NOT THAT BAD! LAURAEVA SAID THAT I LOOK LIKE A PARROT AND A REINDEER YESTERDAY!"
"LOOKING LIKE A REINDEER OR PARROT IS BETTER THAN LOOKING LIKE A THINGY THING CLIMBING UP THE WALL WITH ITS' JELLY LEGS!"

On the MRT back home, I wanted to pull Yeo's newly-cut bangs, but I restrained from doing so, just in case the entire set of fringe falls out.
Maryanne says she can pass off as a five-year-old with her new fringe.

I was telling Lydia about Maryanne, Yeo, and my conversation yesterday:

"Let's all wear our striped underwear to school on the first day of school."
"And flash."
"How are we supposed to do that?"
"Put the underwear on the visualizer."
"No, sit on the visualizer."

Then:

Lydia: "If you sit on the visualizer, all everybody would see is...black. That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard of."

I don't want training for all days of the week we go back to school.
Nobody does.

Lydia is going to join Guides.