rain

eks, the rain season is officially in. a little late i think. it started raining non stop from sunday morning. spoilt my tennis sunday and ended up being a movie potato. *refer to previous post for movie. haha

then whole of monday, rain rain rain. always glad i had my boots on all the time. by the time i got to orchard-people-boulevard, the rain had gone from tiny Thumbelina to Hercules big wooo wooo. was trapped at the bus stop. while pondering if i should make a run for takashimaya, there was some ruffled feathers drama. two supermodelly-thin girls came into the bus stop which by the way was packed with dry people. the girls was passing by the place using their brollies which almost poked this half balding uncle. he caught hold of the tips of the brolly (of one of the girls) and gave a mini lecture about being careful so she don't go around blinding people. oh heyhey, she retorted, yeah yeah i know (in a really sarcastic tone of course). ooh haha, mr.uncle glared back and shouted, f*%# you! so i thought yeah, i should run incase they start to throw brollies at each other, i still want to recieve all my xmas pressies you know.

so i waded through the flooded car-packed road and waited for people to show up.after all the shopping, we decided to have some dinner at the food court. of course about half of takashimaya was looking for food too. actually the pasta looked really nice until we hit a big block of stone. there were seats yes, but they had some silly system which you had to queue up, order, pay then find a seat. and plus the staff was rude too. the manager, mumbled, order here, while balancing two plates and walking off. don't bother going there, the stall/place which i cannot remember the name, why should i anyway, is facing the elevators at one side and near to the indian mama shop at the other. so we gave up and tried the next door neighbour who sold german sausages. guess what, same system. by the time we started queueing, the seats were long gone.

ended up next door (yes we were moving closer to the supermarket already, haha!). fish and chips. beer battered fish and chips. polite crew at last! for $12, you get soup, fries, fish, a drink and ice cream of decent size. what a burstful dinner

by the time i hopped onto the bus, it was pouring. like a girl who hasn't cried for years. if rain represented her tears, why is she so sad? especially at the end of the year. is it because she hasn't gotten her xmas pressies yet? is it because she hasn't managed to go on a holiday? or is she actually happy? you tell me.