even the ordinary ones
i don't have photos to post for today.
it seems like i go to bed with all my joints cricking and cracking every monday night. it could mean that i'm getting older or it could mean that i'm going on the rides at the piers too often or both.
lying on my bed now typing this and i'm really tired, but a good kind of tired i guess. and a good kind of cricking and a good kind of cracking too. we started the day officially by going to the bank which was a great relief for me because i don't think i would've survived that much longer with just 2 quarters in my pocket. then, we raced down to rio grande avenue looking for a certain KFC joint we just learnt about. we were ravenous as we attacked the terribly oily chicken after months of our stomachs being denied this pleasure. but after the meal, we just couldn't move and melt and i just needed to sleep. but bubbly, whacky, crazy joy was bursting with energy (which was just so puzzling for melt and me who were craving for our beds so badly) and we headed down to ACME, this big supermarket where we bought only 5 different things, i think. according to joy, it was like dragging corpses around. (of course, corpses meant melt and me)
upon reaching home, i was filled with a fierce resolve to clean up the room and that really tired me out! and then, joy and i headed down to the boardwalk where we got our wristbands to go on the rides which is why i'm aching so much all over. again. as we were walking from one pier to another, there were a million seagulls flying over the boardwalk and i felt an ominous foreboding rising from within. i just felt that one of them was going to shit on us and i said it out. and immediately, one untoilet-trained seagull shat on joy's white jacket! the nerve!
anyway, that didn't stop us from getting onto the great white. i love the great white! the great white is this famous wooden roller-coaster and a bajillion times a day, i'm repeating the words, "8 tickets" or $6.80" through the mic in my booth as throngs of people come up to my booth window to ask "errrr....how many tickets is that big wooden coaster?" or something like that. funnier variations include, "the train...how much?" and the funnier replies include, "wait a minute...i didn't say i was going to arizona." haha. well, we hear all kinds of things in that ticket booth as we meet all kinds of people. it's funny. sometimes.
so as i was saying, we got onto the great white. and i loved it even more this time, because for the first time, we were sitting on it while the sun was still up. one of our supervisors saw us and just couldn't understand why we were coming back to the piers even on our off days. he was just perplexed. he doesn't understand that in singapore, we can't just get onto great big roller-coasters as and when we want to, with breath-taking views of the atlantic, for free! he might just see us there again next monday.
joy and i then proceeded to share a big bowl of ice-cream smothered with reese's peanut-butter chocolate and had to keep reminding ourselves that we would suffer during the week to make ourselves feel better for the way we were whacking all that food today. we ended the night with a bit of shopping and a carousel ride and an entertaining conversation with nafiur and the almighty zoom phloom and a kiddy roller-coaster.
but upon reaching home, i realised i still had to do laundry. so at 11pm, after such an action-packed day, i'm dragging my dirty linen to the laundry with melt and kai and the thought of it just makes me laugh.
and oh yea, poor joy lost her camera. seems like someone just came in and took it. i'm hoping we'll suddenly find it in one of our laundry bags or abandoned in some far corner of one of the drawers in her room. but it doesn't seem likely. so if anyone sees a sony cybershot lying around in wildwood, we're hoping it's still in wildwood, you know what to do. joy will kiss you and marry you straight away! guys, that doesn't mean you go around stealing other people's sony cybershots. and girls, hmmm, this will be a bit tricky. and if you are an evil prankster or a bored thief who ran away with her camera, beware the fury that is joy's!
well, now i'm sitting here in bed, tired like hell, and i don't know why i'm just giving a rather incomplete report of my day. i don't even have photos. i just know that somewhere between the boardwalk and home, i made a mental note to blog.
it was a good day.
it seems like i go to bed with all my joints cricking and cracking every monday night. it could mean that i'm getting older or it could mean that i'm going on the rides at the piers too often or both.
lying on my bed now typing this and i'm really tired, but a good kind of tired i guess. and a good kind of cricking and a good kind of cracking too. we started the day officially by going to the bank which was a great relief for me because i don't think i would've survived that much longer with just 2 quarters in my pocket. then, we raced down to rio grande avenue looking for a certain KFC joint we just learnt about. we were ravenous as we attacked the terribly oily chicken after months of our stomachs being denied this pleasure. but after the meal, we just couldn't move and melt and i just needed to sleep. but bubbly, whacky, crazy joy was bursting with energy (which was just so puzzling for melt and me who were craving for our beds so badly) and we headed down to ACME, this big supermarket where we bought only 5 different things, i think. according to joy, it was like dragging corpses around. (of course, corpses meant melt and me)
upon reaching home, i was filled with a fierce resolve to clean up the room and that really tired me out! and then, joy and i headed down to the boardwalk where we got our wristbands to go on the rides which is why i'm aching so much all over. again. as we were walking from one pier to another, there were a million seagulls flying over the boardwalk and i felt an ominous foreboding rising from within. i just felt that one of them was going to shit on us and i said it out. and immediately, one untoilet-trained seagull shat on joy's white jacket! the nerve!
anyway, that didn't stop us from getting onto the great white. i love the great white! the great white is this famous wooden roller-coaster and a bajillion times a day, i'm repeating the words, "8 tickets" or $6.80" through the mic in my booth as throngs of people come up to my booth window to ask "errrr....how many tickets is that big wooden coaster?" or something like that. funnier variations include, "the train...how much?" and the funnier replies include, "wait a minute...i didn't say i was going to arizona." haha. well, we hear all kinds of things in that ticket booth as we meet all kinds of people. it's funny. sometimes.
so as i was saying, we got onto the great white. and i loved it even more this time, because for the first time, we were sitting on it while the sun was still up. one of our supervisors saw us and just couldn't understand why we were coming back to the piers even on our off days. he was just perplexed. he doesn't understand that in singapore, we can't just get onto great big roller-coasters as and when we want to, with breath-taking views of the atlantic, for free! he might just see us there again next monday.
joy and i then proceeded to share a big bowl of ice-cream smothered with reese's peanut-butter chocolate and had to keep reminding ourselves that we would suffer during the week to make ourselves feel better for the way we were whacking all that food today. we ended the night with a bit of shopping and a carousel ride and an entertaining conversation with nafiur and the almighty zoom phloom and a kiddy roller-coaster.
but upon reaching home, i realised i still had to do laundry. so at 11pm, after such an action-packed day, i'm dragging my dirty linen to the laundry with melt and kai and the thought of it just makes me laugh.
and oh yea, poor joy lost her camera. seems like someone just came in and took it. i'm hoping we'll suddenly find it in one of our laundry bags or abandoned in some far corner of one of the drawers in her room. but it doesn't seem likely. so if anyone sees a sony cybershot lying around in wildwood, we're hoping it's still in wildwood, you know what to do. joy will kiss you and marry you straight away! guys, that doesn't mean you go around stealing other people's sony cybershots. and girls, hmmm, this will be a bit tricky. and if you are an evil prankster or a bored thief who ran away with her camera, beware the fury that is joy's!
well, now i'm sitting here in bed, tired like hell, and i don't know why i'm just giving a rather incomplete report of my day. i don't even have photos. i just know that somewhere between the boardwalk and home, i made a mental note to blog.
it was a good day.
posted by Reenie at 10:52 PM
5 Comments:
good morning reenieroo!
when's ur flight home due?
" and a bajillion times a day, i'm repeating the words, "8 tickets" or $6.80"
What the hell is a bajillion ? I can comprehend a billion , i can tolerate a zillion but a bajillion ??
That probably means 'shitload' in sanskrit or something ..
I got only two words for you ' Get Real ' . Amen .
Oh ya and God Loves You ( I think !!!??? )
Oh no .. First and foremost , i apologise deeply from the bottom of my small intestine ( That's where i feel the most pain )
Just after i wrote my comment , i googled 'bajillion' . It's kinda like a real word but not a real word . Probably falls under the category of supercagilasticfragilasticopedius or something like that ..
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bajillion
next time i'll get you !!!!!
I'll be back - present Govn'r of California
when i get back, dookie. when i get back...
and joycey! we're still deciding when to fly home! haha. currently, we're scheduled for the day singapore reached its independence...
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