Ew tomorrow's Monday.
On the bright side......okay there is no bright side.
But then again I'm alive, and have good friends, good taste, good love, and a sporadically functioning iPod so I think that in itself is something to be happy about.
Yesterday's trip to Sentosa with the exchange students was pretty decent.
Lisa and I were starving, so the whole "educational excursion through the Underwater World" was more like "ooh look; all you can eat seafood buffet". The Images of Singapore museum was uncannily like a cross between the Night Safari and the Malay Heritage Museum; cue for Lisa to murmur, "...close your eyes and if you imagine hard enough; this is you and I, back at Winter U last December..."
Bienh, Vietnamese exchange student: What's your Chinese name?
Cara: Jing En.
Bienh: Ohh. That means your Vietnamese name would be Jeng An.
Cara: Coool. What's your Chinese name, then?
Bienh: Bian.
Cara: Oh awesome. Then what's your Vietnamese name?
Oh yeah this one's a bright one.
Had good laughs at the kiasu Singaporeans trying to squeeze onto the open-topped second storey area of the open-top Sentosa bus.
Bus driver: "Please, passengers, if there is no space on the top; you cannot stay there. I repeat, if there is no space on the top- get down.
*exasperated* ...No; don't squat down there--- get down!!!"
Lisa and I collapsed onto each other and giggled.
Trust Over-eager Asian Tourists!!
Dinner later on at the Cragg's-- Amah's birthday. They'd invited her cell group over, so we had, like, three cakes.
I don't really like greeting new relatives/long lost ones.
"Waaaahhh this your granddaughter, ah? So big already!!!!"
Course- I KNOW that by that they actually mean "...Oh, is this your granddaughter, then? Isn't she all grown up? And so sophisticated-looking, too!" but the way they say it makes me feel like some gargantuan SKYSCRAPER
not fun
sat in the telly room watching Bratz (I'm allowed- I'm still a teenage girl anywayz omg hahaha lololol <333) and Dad sat inside with me during the second bit and going "Oh, how can she say that???" and "...that's very bad behaviour, okay Cara" and "so Cara, should you do what that girl just did?".
*grins*
Dad; it's a chick flick. Don't overanalyze its morals or anything.
Slouched around the living room with the cousins and J&J and discussed the possibility of Operation: Communist Christmas.
Because we're devious that way.
Joe- if I were you, I'd stay away from the butterknives and sleep with one eye open.
I'm going to catch all the 11:11s and 5:05s and put them into a glass jar with milk and cookies, send it over to Santa, and request very nicely that he grants. this. wish.
You owe it to me, St Nick, for never giving me that dappled grey pony I asked for back then when I was six!!!
God Save The Dream.
"*sees pictures of* Ohh he looks like a nice chap. Okay I approve"
"What he wants to go to Oxford, what? All right I've changed my mind. I don't like him any more."
-Uncle Gerry; God bless him, diehard Cambridger that he is.
Okay, now: off.
EOM, Econs essay, and a certain British Boi.
And an imminent Monday to tackle and take downnn.
xxx