that sunday, Cousin Lily, Syak and I went Borders at Wheelock Place..

I wish I lived there or something.

I bought a calender..
Hahhaahahhahha.
it's the sort where you tear off the days..
50% off.
It would be a waste if I don't buy.
hehehh.

Initially i want to get the 365 cats.
then i got to the counter,
and i saw 'Get Fuzzy 365 days comic strip'.
i got that instead.

I love 'get fuzzy'!!!
punch yourself in the gut if you don't know what 'get fuzzy' is.
Or who.. hah.

it's a comic featuring this siamese cat (fuzzy) who hates monkeys, and.. practically everything else except himself.. and a dog (satchel) who wears a wrist watch though he can't read the time.. together with their human friend (Rob).

It's hiilarious!!!
Long live, Fuzzy.

After that, we had lunch at Sakae Sushi..
Ate sooo much, was so full.
I couldn't face another sushi.
recommendation: soft shell crab.
and dip it with mayo.
ooohh yeh.

Then we walked to Toys R us..
and got a couple of games..
we bought baseball, a frisbee and 2 kites.

And we drove to Ccab.
It's near smu on bukit timah.

The most slenger-est driver..
He didn't put on his brakes.
So when I pushed open the door and was about to put my foot out to the pavement,
I bloody hell couldn't.
The car was still moving.
It was a hill some more.
Cousin Lily was like "Err. Hi? You kind of forgot your brakes."

craap that was so funny.

Back to Ccab.
We weren't the only one there.
Of course.
There was some kids practising basketball, playing hockey and some were running on the tracks..

3 of us virgins tried to fly the kites.
But hey. Live and learn.

Finally we got the hang of it.
I did. Hahah. I rock.

Cousin Lily couldn't fly it for nuts.
We had no idea what Syak was doing...
but she seemed to have fun running with the kite like that.
as long as she didn't hurt anybody in the process, it should be fine.

The both of them got bored watching me have fun
(it was pretty windy anyways).
Then they grabbed the baseball bat and ball
(fake.. styrafoam. hahha..)
and played while I flew.

Cousin Lily pitched and Syak tried to bat.
She missed at first. Terrible miss.
Or maybe Cousin Lily just couldn't give a good throw.
But the second time she got it.
And Syak swung it hard, she did.
The ball almost made a hole on the field where it landed.

And I was challenged by Cousin Lily..
"If you can't hit better than your little sister, I don't know what to say.."

So i tried.
And I kind of missed.
Haha.

Then this white guy got to the field,
and he watched the both of us played for a while..
He has a nice pair of comfortable looking shorts
and.. oh, topless.

"Eyes on the baall, lelaa!" cousin said.
Huh? Which ball?

..

Missed the ball agaain.
And again.

The white guy was like saying to Cousin Lily, "You're not coaching her, are you? because you're wasting your time."
Love his accent and those--
hey. wait a minute.
what wasting time???

raciiist.
hahha.
nah.

racist white guy started giving tips a little.
I've got my own super tip.
Why don't you get lost?
And put a shirt on, for crying out loud.

After more misses..
I hit one!!
wot wot.
Not really a nice one.
But i hit!

and racist white guy.. has got a son.
ooh.
6-7 year old son.
there.
superr shyyy.
unlike the father.
hees.

Then we played frisbee..
syak's throws were super sharp, it will slice you into half.
or paralyse you from waist down if you missed.
Or if you did catch it, you might lose your fingers..
hehh.
damn she's so fit.

played our own version of softball.
Hahhaha.
it was just the 3 of us anyway.
we borrowed the balls from racist white guy and shy son to mark the bases.

They said i should stick to pitching..
because i "can't hit very marvellously like my 11 year old little sister."
very well then..
urmph.

finally decided to go home..
said bye to new found friends; racist white guy and shy son on kick scooter.
but we kept bumping into them again and again
and then saying goodbye over and over.

reached home at 8.30pm.

momma was pissed off that we didn't get her any burgers.
the hell i was going to!
if i did, it would be the 4th time this week she ate fast food!!
and not including the time she ordered pizza..

not normal for mothers to eat at fast foods so often.
shouldn't that be my job??

just as i was about to take my shower,
sriee called and pulled me back down to cruel world.

"you going to school tomorrow?"
"oh fuck. 3rd january already!?!"
"amaths test la."
"..i knew that."

Instead of revising, I watched tv.
channel i 6 weeks.. adrian pang.
sighh!
we need more of this kind of local tv series!
unlike archar..
i don't get archar..

That night i couldn't sleep.
hahah serious.
i kept thinking of amaths..
gosh..

so i stayed up instead and did some revision.
it was almost midnight.

hannan texted, found out i was revising and i found out he was in a movie.
talk about injustice.

Nah.
i had my fair share of fun today anyway..

"you're serious about this test, aren't you lela?"
"i am. i need this, man. i have to pass. pray for me, okie?"
"i have a gut feeling you will. you really are something. i mean compared to what i am, what i'm doing now, you really are."

and the already-fucked bugger (which is me) went like.. "fuuckk.. so sweet."
it's the sort of sweet where you must put a fuck right in front..

hannan, my ego booster(:
muahahhahahah.
when he said that, it was so.. poignant?
hahahhah.

if i still fail (touch wood!),
it would really be super embarrassing.
here someone thinks i'm 'something'
and then i end up.. 'something else.'

hannan was fucking sweet enough (there I go again) to ask how it went so i told him..
it was craaaazyyyyyyyyyy!!
but at least i could do most of the sums.
just not sure if the final answers are right..
hahh.a.
big duh.
it has always been that way hasn't it??

sly sim sang belaian jiwa!
my hair stood on end, i tell you.
in a good way(:
soo soo soooo cool
sly rocks.

before i go, i want to saay that racist white guy is no racist la.
i was just crapping and playing round..
and i'm not really thaat bad on softball, okie!!

lastly.. my heart goes to the victims of the tsunami.
it was devastating to watch the news and the aftermath of the whole thingg..
lots of dead bodies..
houses damaged and belongings and possesions wiped off..
they had nothing left.
we're lucky, aren't we?
we should count our blessings and not take this for granted.
at least tourists have something to go home to.
what about the locals?

think twice before you get that new pair of shoes.