Because my life is a series of amusingly unbelievable situations
Yeah. So. Sabbatical week is over, and the June holidays are finally upon us. (who am I kidding? I've got soccer training three times a week, block tests to mug for, and SL. And the stupid faculty camp which Joey should be back from soon. Ahhh!!)
Archery was mostly fun. I found that I actually shot more accurately if I didn't bother aiming. (omg life lesson!) I also found out that mixing old friends and new ones can yield surprisingly entertaining results. Especially with old friends like Ying Dan. XDDD
Thursday wins the "Most Interesting Day of the Week" award. I was at Kampong Ubi CC (for *cough*Indiancooking*cough*), which, as its name suggests, was located in an extremely desolated area. It just *had* to rain the moment we were dismissed, so my classmates and I figured out a strange and long-winded route to the MRT station (Eunos, in case you were wondering) which ended up in us getting horrifically soaked. Unfortunately enough, I had a Service Learning meeting to wait for, so I loitered unbecomingly at the MRT station for, oh, about 2 hours or so. ^^"
After that, Renyi called me and so I went to City Hall in my still soggy PE T-shirt, where I met Dai Chao (the only guy in our SL group, poor thing). I had been freezing my butt off for about 20 minutes or so when Joey and Renyi arrived. Thankfully, Joey had a jacket with her! However, they insisted on me changing out of my wet shirt and into the jacket. I was like, wth?! and was reminded of the time in Beijing when Joey had to do that after she ran out of shirts. (we know because YYD unzipped her jacket pretty darn low until she realised, wait, I don't think Joey's actually wearing anything under this.)
Yeah. So we went into Raffles City shopping centre where we realised, oh dear, they don't have toilets on the first floor. I then came up with the ingenious plan of changing in a fitting room in one of the many boutiques on the 1st floor. Happy with my plan, we proceeded to waltz into Esprit, where I then picked up a random article of clothing, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, fully prepared to *pretend* to be interested in changing into it. Luckily for us, Esprit was crowded, and the queue for the fitting room was horribly long, so our good sense prevailed and we took an escalator up, where I finally rid myself of the damp shirt.
There is something deeply traumatising about wearing nothing under a jacket. Especially if it is someone else's jacket.
Anyway, we then set off for Hope Centre Singapore, which is located somewhere along Joo Chiat Road. I think we all had the impression that it would be something like the YMCA, with its own building, or at least with fancy glass doors. However, as we walked along the seedy-looking alleys of Joo Chiat, passing countless "massage parlours" and pubs with frosted glass doors and unwholesome-looking pictures on their walls, we became slighltly doubtful of our pre-concived notions. Our suspicions were confirmed when we reached what we thought was the place. The place was called "Hope Singapore". It consisted of a single wooden door. After knocking on it for a few minutes without a reply, Renyi decided to call the Hope Centre person-in-charge who told her that Hope Centre was, in fact, next door. Somewhat relieved that the Hope Centre wasn't actually so small, we walked on, only to discover, much to our amusement and slight dismay, that Hope Centre was very much similar to "Hope Singapore", except that it shared its space with another random company.
For dinner that night, we feasted on wangwang biscuits in the Hope Centre office, and made startling discoveries about how uncooperative office printers were. Dai Chao and I, on our envelope-buying expedition, also observed a parked car which constantly emitted a series of loud honks. We peered inside, expecting to see an impatient car-owner, but were instead greeted with the sight of a dog in the driver's seat, frantically pounding against the car's horn.
It is no wonder we were so hysterical by the time we made our way home at around eleven thirty.
Archery was mostly fun. I found that I actually shot more accurately if I didn't bother aiming. (omg life lesson!) I also found out that mixing old friends and new ones can yield surprisingly entertaining results. Especially with old friends like Ying Dan. XDDD
Thursday wins the "Most Interesting Day of the Week" award. I was at Kampong Ubi CC (for *cough*Indiancooking*cough*), which, as its name suggests, was located in an extremely desolated area. It just *had* to rain the moment we were dismissed, so my classmates and I figured out a strange and long-winded route to the MRT station (Eunos, in case you were wondering) which ended up in us getting horrifically soaked. Unfortunately enough, I had a Service Learning meeting to wait for, so I loitered unbecomingly at the MRT station for, oh, about 2 hours or so. ^^"
After that, Renyi called me and so I went to City Hall in my still soggy PE T-shirt, where I met Dai Chao (the only guy in our SL group, poor thing). I had been freezing my butt off for about 20 minutes or so when Joey and Renyi arrived. Thankfully, Joey had a jacket with her! However, they insisted on me changing out of my wet shirt and into the jacket. I was like, wth?! and was reminded of the time in Beijing when Joey had to do that after she ran out of shirts. (we know because YYD unzipped her jacket pretty darn low until she realised, wait, I don't think Joey's actually wearing anything under this.)
Yeah. So we went into Raffles City shopping centre where we realised, oh dear, they don't have toilets on the first floor. I then came up with the ingenious plan of changing in a fitting room in one of the many boutiques on the 1st floor. Happy with my plan, we proceeded to waltz into Esprit, where I then picked up a random article of clothing, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, fully prepared to *pretend* to be interested in changing into it. Luckily for us, Esprit was crowded, and the queue for the fitting room was horribly long, so our good sense prevailed and we took an escalator up, where I finally rid myself of the damp shirt.
There is something deeply traumatising about wearing nothing under a jacket. Especially if it is someone else's jacket.
Anyway, we then set off for Hope Centre Singapore, which is located somewhere along Joo Chiat Road. I think we all had the impression that it would be something like the YMCA, with its own building, or at least with fancy glass doors. However, as we walked along the seedy-looking alleys of Joo Chiat, passing countless "massage parlours" and pubs with frosted glass doors and unwholesome-looking pictures on their walls, we became slighltly doubtful of our pre-concived notions. Our suspicions were confirmed when we reached what we thought was the place. The place was called "Hope Singapore". It consisted of a single wooden door. After knocking on it for a few minutes without a reply, Renyi decided to call the Hope Centre person-in-charge who told her that Hope Centre was, in fact, next door. Somewhat relieved that the Hope Centre wasn't actually so small, we walked on, only to discover, much to our amusement and slight dismay, that Hope Centre was very much similar to "Hope Singapore", except that it shared its space with another random company.
For dinner that night, we feasted on wangwang biscuits in the Hope Centre office, and made startling discoveries about how uncooperative office printers were. Dai Chao and I, on our envelope-buying expedition, also observed a parked car which constantly emitted a series of loud honks. We peered inside, expecting to see an impatient car-owner, but were instead greeted with the sight of a dog in the driver's seat, frantically pounding against the car's horn.
It is no wonder we were so hysterical by the time we made our way home at around eleven thirty.