HOME AT LAST.

It's 1:30am now. And I've been out since 11:30am, Saturday.

Flag Day was good except that it rained heavily. Exhaustion took its toll on our legs and Lisa was complaining like crazy, being the usual Lisa, but it wasn't actually that bad if you've gotten used to long hours of continuous shopping. Family dinner at Bugis was followed by a trip to the Asian Civilisations Museum for the 24hr Nalanda Exhibition. I don't know what's with visiting the museums so often now. Hahah. Late night supper at TCC was the best. The whole branch was filled with our keesiao laughter. And on the way back to Padang to get our cars, we met angmohs on trishaws yelling goodbye and the old Sir Stamford Raffles still standing firm and smart, both whom we greeted goodbye at the top of our voice. In conclusion, today's a totally crazy day.


Okay, now for the Walkathon part.
To and fro, we've traveled 6 MRT stations entirely on foot. (From Lido to P.S and back again.) And this excludes the part which we walked repeatedly up and down the whole stretch of Orchard Rd and round and round Taka trying to hunt for the free-sunflowers givers. Haha.

It's 2:10am now.

Pictures tomorrow or maybe not.

P.S/ I want to get the book, Ugly from kino tomorrow. I want to watch orphanage tomorrow. I want to upload pictures tomorrow. What's with homework?! Argh. What a spoil sport. :(

To Nicole:
Yes, I remember all that. The times when we pig out at Sakae, gobbling down 50 plates of sushi and when we shot hoops till our arms were aching, breaking countless high scores.

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