.Sunday, September 9, 2007 ' 3:30 PM x
DATE: 7th of September.
Yes, gladly went out to Geylang with mama to purchase
some necessities and to survey the items there. Come to
think of it, Friday's outing with mama was like a
heritage tour for me instead. We headed down to Chinatown
after that, since the demanding little creature wanted
to buy that bangle+watch. Once mama dropped at Chinatown,
I complained how tired I was. (Which was TRUE.) She pays
no heed, so my pathetic whining was worthless. And boy,
was I ever so glad that my heritage tour ended off there.
She did not even say anything about Little India. *winks*
DATE: 8th of September - The day I fast.
Suddenly, Geylang became my orchard. After visiting it on friday,
we had to make a U-turn on saturday once again. But before the
whole madness start, we crashed nenek's place at Clementi.
(Have you guuys read the news on Vanessa? Thank god, she was
never on my liking list.) Anyway, I persuaded mama into
hitting Plaza Singapura for My School Rocks Competition.
Dancing has always been my passion, except for the fact that
I do not dance in public. *giggles*
We were at the Clemeti MRT station where I was busy looking
at the estates. I caught a malay guy pretending to READ the
bloody directory (MRT) whom in the end I decided to check
him out. He walked past us and stops nearby where there are
SMALL, YOUNG and ACT CUTE malay girls who are busy giggling
throughout. In the train was hilarious. There was an old man
whose polo-tee was being strucked by blue threads. This is
a fashion crisis, I tell you. Anyone caught with loose threads
on their shirts is a total humiliation. I then, tapped on
his arm and pointed,
"Hey, there's a loose thread on your back."
He helplessly try to pull it off, but I came to his rescue again.
I pulled the strand, and it became even longer! I chuckled
and 'cut' of the thread with my grip.
"Opps. There's still some extra over here.."
..and I hid in in his collar. The old man
laughed along and said thanks after this remark,
"Must've been the label. haha."
After the whole dramatic event, I was caught in
an another dumb scene. This rather obese woman,
picked up her call and proudly chatted on the
phone, LOUDLY making the whole cabin stared at
her in disbelief. My sister kept on giggling
while I had to swallow down my laughter. She
(ACTION BAGUS) complaining about her maid on
the phone to another (probably) LOUD speaker.
Seriously, her voice was rockish, her attitude
simply sucked and she was trying to make things
in her household more convenient when she was the
MAJOR PROBLEM. I said to my mum,
"Ma, staff sergant."
She nodded but retorted,
"Yang tukang kasi drill la."
I smiled and added,
"GOH! haha. Guard of Honor."
When we dropped at Raffles for the Red-Line, I
spotted the guy at the Clementi Station again. This
time, he was directly beside me! We were in the same
cabin too. After alighted at Dhoby Ghaut for PlazaSing,
mama quickly asked,
"Eh? Where's the grey pants guy?"
I was dumbstruck.
"Which guy ma? The one in white shirt?"
My mum nodded confidently,
"Ahh, that one. He kept on looking at you from the
Clementi Station until this station!"
I hid my smile and replied,
"Oh. Yeah, I know."
Spectacular huh? Never in my life I have noticed such
obvious stares with my mum knowing it. I had fun
yesterday too, with my beloved aunt along. She shared
me her secrets, which are still unknown to her daughter.
(My cousin, aye.)
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