Sunday, October 9, 2011

Some more interesting/ not-so-interesting stuff.

I wanted to do a funny GP essay about myself, with the stand, rebuttals, topic sentences and all. But I think it'll somehow be a little awkward. So I decided not to do it.

My mum brought back three packets of this. The other two uneaten packets are of a different flavour.
I found this sweet quite intriguing because the printed wrapper looks really cool, the trading card game thing inside baffles me (never played Yu-Gi-Oh! or Pokemon before) and the gummies irked me. The gummies looked like some kind of tadpole thing that was yellow in colour with a little bit of coloured goo enclosed near the top of the head that presumably was supposed to taste like an apple-cola mx, if you go by the label. I didn't taste much, though. So it was kind of like eating a gooey brain (sorry to anyone who's eating)... and then when I was done I peered inside the wrapper and there was the same goo all over the inside of the packaging. Eww.
 I finally bothered to look up this thing. I bought a sweetbox from Germany a few years ago when I passed by Munich on the way back from a choir competition with VS choir. I think it looked pretty cute back then (and now) and so I bought it. The sweetbox holds my old badges from primary school till now (The RJ school badge is probably going in too in another two years)... but anyway. So the label on my sweetbox is all in German, and I thought that "Doof" meant "stupid". It wasn't until I looked closely, saw something called "sheepworld", checked it out on Google and came across this image that I realised it meant "boring". So much for (apparently) great academic grades. I could have uploaded more pics that I found, but I didn't want to keep on clicking till I got to my Iphone, scrolled to the bottom of a 1000+ picture Camera Roll, and gotton the pic and repeated that a few more times. You see that I'm pretty lazy.


So, about my birthday. I don't feel like explaining at length because it's over now and the hyperness (or the happiness from being overwhelmed with Facebook posts and SMSes and a really fun activity with SL and TS) that lasted me throughout the day has long since evaporated. But in short, it was much more meaningful (and expensive) than my previous birthdays because I got to do a lot more things. My birthday's usually during the exam period, has been that way from primary to secondary school, so nobody has the time to celebrate with me, and so I just stay at home and try to study and eat some cake at night with my family. This year, I could go out and do all the things I missed out on. A little timeline to illustrate what happened (sans line):

- Went ice skating in the afternoon with SL and TS at Kallang Leisure Park. Some things happened along the way but I felt pretty damn happy while I was in the rink. Just don't talk about the number of times I fell. My butt still hurts. I need to become a better ice skater, because I want to ice skate again. It's really fun... if you're a pro who can go forwards, backwards, shuffle sideways, spin and do the figure skater thing (saw a cute little girl doing it. Was very amazed) and be a cool old man and skate with hands folded behind back... RAWR LETS GOOOO (:
- Went home. I'll gloss over this and say that I got to understand TS slightly better. I hope.
-Went out for dinner at Holland Village (Holland V). We ordered two platters for an average price of $40 each but since my sister just filled n a form and got a one-for-one card the bill was reduced by a pretty substantial amount. Apparently, posh Italian restaurants don't give you value for money, because each platter could probably feed just one person and we had to share two of them between three people (My dad, sister, and I). So we made do, and the chocolate cake that came free with the diner's card thing filled up our stomachs a little more after the main course was done. My sister kept joking that I had the "birthday luck" - The restaurant was originally full and we couldn't go in; then a space cleared up. We went in, had to go through to an outside, non-air con area, so I commented that it would be nice if we got to sit inside the restaurant near the chefs, because the ambience there was good. Voila! A table for four that was reserved was made free for us (lol). Then the choco cake was supposed to arrive only 2-3 days later if you placed an order, but the kind waiter went to check and a spare cake was brought out for me. The candle was lit (but seemed to extinguish any moment) and then when I was about to make my wish the lights in the area went out. The waiter said it was probably a power trip when the lights came back on after I made an impossibly long wish (Just wished for lots of things even though I guess I could only have one. I'm so greedy.)... so I guess he probably switched them off. My impression of the restaurant was raised a notch higher.
- Went to deposit my sis back at Kent Ridge Hall in NUS for her to mug till the wee hours for a paper the next day. Then I went with my dad to my grandma's house. I haven't visited her for so long ): Need to make more trips there soon.
- Went to pick up my mum at 10pm at the CBD. Then while walking along I got to chat with my dad, whom I usually don't talk alot to as well. So I got a rare chance to do something I usually didn't do. Then we went to eat satay at Boat Quay a short distance away. It was really crowded and noisy with the pubs mostly full and a gig going on but I had a nice view of the CBD across the Singapore River, so we just sat and ate. The sauce was nutty and really good.
- Went home, checked Facebook, got spammed, and spent an hour replying people. It's such a far cry from a few years back when the only few presents I would receive would be those from my closest friends and sister (my parents don't belive in gifts.)... but both would make me content.
So yea, all in all, it was a very, very enjoyable day out. Great memories to live by in future.

For now, though, I think I'll leave the memories to be relived in dreamland. My bed's calling out to me...

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