That title becaues I can’t think of anything else. Today has been a random day. Happy, to say the least.
Avril and Amanda’s party last Saturday evening
It was fun in a socialising kind of way. Althought Introverts don’t entirely like to socialise. Heh. The day went like this. Had drama from 9 to 10+ in the morning, then left for Orchard to shop around for A and A’s presents. Spent 3 hours shopping alone in the area, which was surprisingly fun, especially in the morning (11+ to 12), where there was hardly anyone walking about. Yes yes, I’m a true blue Introvert. Hoho!
Met up with Cherie at her bus stop at around 3, took a shower at her house, waited for her to shower, get her dad to wrap the presents, and then scoot off to Sentosa in her parents’ car. Chatted about random nonsense on the way while listening to the radio D.J. who spoke about “Black-Eyed Peas”.
Reached Sentosa and spent some time trying to find Cafe del Mar, which has a curly “M” and kind of looks like Cafe del Moar from some point of view or other. So anyway, Cherie and I “overshot” and missed the place. Only when we met Shanti, who had a map, did we realise that we actually walked past the place already.
So we got there. And had 3-4 hours of fun.
There was the first round of ordering of food, where we stared at the menu and thought about how much we were going to spend at the place. Then we realised that Avril’s mom would be paying for everything since it was her birthday party after all. O.o Lots of Virgin Margaritas in Peach and Shirley Temples I think. We should get something alcoholic next time. Walked to the beach at one point, played a hand game with Shanti, played concentration with a group of people and just sat down and talked. The chairs, couches, lounges (whatever!) were nice, although a little dirty and somewhat sandy.
Went home at around 9. Shanti’s Samosa just refused to come until the last possible moment. Spent part of my time having a silly internal dilemma, with none other than myself. Didn’t do anything in the end, and I wonder if I regret it. Oh well. Pish posh! Dish Dosh! Allan got into trouble with the people in Newton MRT station. I see nothing wrong with going up the escalator the “wrong way” as long as there’s no one there. If you can choose to walk backwards down the staircase, why can’t you do that? The guy couldn’t even explain why it was an offence. He just kept saying that you’re going against the flow of the elevator and thus it is an offence. You’re not harming anyone or disrupting daily activities since there’s no one there. So WHAT exactly is offensive about that?
So anyway, the guy asked me a really stupid question when I was trying to argue for Allan, that I just couldn’t answer. “What do you think of when you see an escalator that’s going down?” Uh… excuse me, sir… but I think of nothing. I basically have a mental image of an escalator going down! What he wanted me to think was a totally different story.
On a different note, there was the Dog and Bone… Challenge with 07ip02 today. We won. La dee dah. Not-so-friendly piece of advice, it’s best not to boast before an event itself. The minute you lose, it’s so embarrassing that you probably can’t find a place to hide your face.

and i wonder who actually thought we needed tissues : ( aww.
All I can say, as I try desperately to stop laughing this hard, is that I agree wholeheartedly with your last paragraph.
As I told my dad, some adults are really stupid in Singapore. Some eyes can be closed, some rules can be bent, some people should get brain transplants. After all, the guy said that Allan was behaving like a “special person”, right? I wonder what would happen if we wrote to the Straits Times forum page.
jolene: now look at who are the ones who need it. ah well. i have nothing against the rest of the class. just him.
cherie: hahahah. well, none of us actually liked it when he kept taunting us, saying that we’d lose.
la dee dah dee dah. yes well, i don’t think they’d care much. if we wrote to the forum, we’d probably be known as deliquents with surprisingly good english. ._.