What a Day

I'm back. And I'm gonna blog about it.

I have read my own blog a few times before (okay who doesn't) and I am aware that almost everything I blog about is unlogical, unlikely, and ununderstandable, and only decodable by fellow crapsters e.g Kaye Linn.

So, for this post, I'm gonna put extra effort to make it easy for everyone to read, because the reason we write things in blogs and not in diaries is because everyone can read it, so it is not limited to the eyes of those who has my diary password only (my soft toys).

Okay, you see? I was crapping again. Being the lazy person that I am, I won't waste my time deleting the whole previous paragraph, though I know I could just highlight the whole thing and press delete.

Anyway, the first 2 words of the first paragraph states that "I'm back." Back from where, back from doing what, is what today's post will (hopefully) be all about.

You know, by telling you all these I am giving out classified information: my Sunday routine so I hope no stalkers read my blog.

Okay, I usually start my Sundays by waking up (okay lame I know) and by going for ballet. And so I did just that, and then instead of heading to church like I always do, I went to June's grandparents' home (most of you who read this blog don't even KNOW who June is, I'll bet) and I took a shower, and June took a shower, and Jane took a shower, and then we ate something, and then Aunt Lynn took us in her Beamer to Singapore!

But without the aid of a GPS we only arrived at Victoria theatre at about, 1:30, I guess. And the worse thing is that there was no parking there. So we had to ask for directions, since we are dumb ass foreigners and all, and we ended up parking at this place called Adelphi Plaza or something like that. And we could only park at B4 or B5 because guess what B2 and B3 were only for season parkers. Like what? And the worse part was there was no lift there and we had to hike the stairs from B5 to Ground floor, yes, so it was fortunate I wore sneakers and pants, not a miniskirt or something. And then we discovered that Adelphi was a dead place, so we crossed the street to another place to get something to eat. At this point we were so ravenous we didn't care where we ate, but when I suggested McDonalds nobody paid any attention to me. So we went to this food court place where it was so crowded and corrupted that the air smelt like grease, fried food and stale fart mixed up, and we quickly got outta there and ended up in this Myanmar restaurant. The food there was okay, except it wasn't anyone's type, so the five individual dishes that we ordered kept getting exchanged around and around, and my Myanmar "Skalkaya 'bird's nest' drink" turned out to be nothing more than Bandung and crushed jelly. So as not to hurt the cook's feelings, I tried to conceal the yucky Bandung (I LOATHE bandung, mind you) and the gross bandung flavoured jelly in various leftover food, such as mixing the jelly up in the fried rice, pouring corpious (LOOI!) amount of bandung into the soup, smearing a thin layer on the table, etc.(Does this remind you of Mr Bean?) Maybe you think I'm gross, but hey, its just a bit of childish fun, and I'm sure Alyssa will agree with me.

Anyway, the main point of coming to Singapore this time was to watch Giselle, a Ballet of sorts, of 1 and 3/4 hours, and it was a beautiful ballet indeed, telling a romantic love story, something I cannot (or am lazy to) describe or take pictures of, because if I remember correctly there was something about "USAGE OF CAMERAS AND CAMCORDERS STRICTLY PROHIBITED". Okay I couldn't care less of course, I slept through the whole thing. Jkjkjkjk.

The sad thing is although we spent the better half of the day in Singapore, we didn't go to Ochard Road at all! I bet my mum is brokenhearted. We spent the evening jamming the whole way home.

That's all, I guess. Enjoy my 'misadventures'.