(ee omg i sound like overly-enthusiastic Auntie Ethel. :[)
Okay i have to do this quickly or else i'll forget everything i wanna say.
Oh man i just came back from a GIANT escapade. Remember the NEW route i wanna try?
So. Was like, 23 from school, alighted near Boon Keng MRT station. You know i could have took the train and reach Somerset in like fifteen minutes time? But i stuck to TRYING out sixtyfive. Yes, it's ME you are talking about.
Yup so got up the bus and it was like erm FILLED with banglas
Oh okay. As i was saying. Was suppose to get off at Somerset. Actually saw a bus stop named 'Somerset blahblah' but didn't care. Like, it doesn't look like the Somerset MRT Station i personally know.
Oh it wasn't long before i was LOST, officially LOST. I DID IT!!!!!!! Rofl.
Save me man, i'm kinda high.
Was at this Valley Point place. Over the ulu overhead bridge and took the opposite way back. Still, alighted one stop EARLIER. A long walk from Wheelock to Heeren. Like, WOW, it was the best walk ever in ages. The same route which i have taken at least ten times, with the beautiful humid night air, and lots of beautiful people squeezing around. Perfect for a night out.
Got what i went for despite the detour/roadblock.
Ahwell, same old route to Dhoby Ghaut. At least, the very least, i got a plastic box from daiso as my sewing tOoLbOx. Better than Aldo plastic bag in every sense though.
Oh i witnessed a heartwarming scene on the train home. There was this black woman with her child(he has hair which looks wickedly like my game character) in a baby pram. The kid was touching some rolled-up presentation posters belonging to this businesswoman seated next to them. The mother was writing stuff down on her notebook or something. (fyi i wasn't kaypoh-ing, just happens i was facing them.)
After a while the businesswoman fished out a box of popcorn from the paper bag holding the posters, and gave it to the kid. Like, wOoOoOoOow, the businesswoman didn't even looked interested. Awwwwwww, how touching. Reaching touchdown point, i saw the mother with a JUMPER notepad, supposedly given to her by the businesswoman too. Alas, a glimmer of humanity! I was like, smiling secretly. =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
So i walked home, skipping merrily and whistling to no one in particular, swinging the Daiso bag in my hand.
Stop right there. (lololol reminds me of spicegirls.)
Well that seemed the perfect happy ending to a post, but i'm not done yet. N-O-P-E.
Oh let's talk about school. It has been veronically proven that i can't sew. Somehow i will get intoxicated in the sewing room and can't do anything properly. Nehmind, i'll just employ pattern makers or seamstress Veron and her entourage of sewing fairies to do the work. =DDDDDDDDD
Oh and wth the old hag tried to wake us up in class with her giamsengdee. What a joke she took one whole packet out from the cabinet.
Devious sharpeners and pollutive erasers. Need to clear the junk in my pencil case already.
I enjoy scenic East-West line journeys and exquisite 518 bus trips.
Random {mac}thought(s) only.
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeet got toyotatruckloads of work to do.
So it's now or never, all or nothing.
For education! [Picture cloudy background with some education-related person in the shadows.]
For Hitler!
For Obama!
Caffeine power?
Oh oh oh, the whole thing about whistling and skipping-on-the-grass and swinging the arms is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT false. Not based on a true stawreeeeeeee! For dramatic purposes only. Sorry to disappoint you if i did in any single awkward way.
Hope that clears up any misunderstanding.
Oh you actually saw it coming?
Good for you.
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