It was frickin' 730 in the morning. I thought today would be the only day I'd get to sleep in after two days of getting up at 630 but NO, I was wrong, we had to get up early to go to Singapore.
I dressed without much enthusiasm, putting on the first things I could find, my grey skinnies and a very unflattering shirt which made my body figure look horribly cylindrical. Not that I cared. I didn't, so there.
It was the same old, same old. My brothers were laughing and squealing and shouting in the car. Noises that, you should think I have gotten immune to by now, but they still continue to annoy me. Of course, it would also be very weird without those noises in the background, so I'll learn to bear with it, I guess.
We spent the better half of the day in "Trains and Toys" with Clarence bawling on and on about being very hungry (I BET he did that just so my father would hurry up and get out of there so Clarence could go to the Takashimaya's toy department) and the Immigration Centre, where all of us went to apply for Permanent Residence. Don't ask me why, I don't know why, I'm just as flummoxed as you, don't give me that look.
Then lunch. Like I said, same old same old. Blah blah blah yadda yadda. Then, my favourite shop(s) in all of Singapore.
Artfriend. That place is a art a & craft lover's heaven. It has everything- I often rambang mata until I don't know what to buy and come home empty handed. 12 different graded pencils in a tin for sketching, wooden plaques, foam, felt, paints, stencils, ginormous 15cm in diameter ink pads, iron on patches, all sorts of paper, empty boxes to decorate to your liking, you name it, they've got it. Yes, even polystyrene packing peanuts (as in Bolt. Yea.). Bought 4 heart shaped balloons (if you have to ask why, which will mean you don't know, then save your breath. I'm not going to tell you either). And rainbow coloured paper! Just looking for something to buy, you know, so I won't go back home feeling unsatisfied. They cost a bomb, though. Just for 10 A4 sized pieces of unusually colored peper. I kid you not. 10 frickin' pieces. Then, as Clarence was working up a fever, we left for home.
Haven't improved very much from yesterday's mood. I am in doubt. Serious doubt. And it may ruin me forever.
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