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9:53 AM
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Dirrrty
Last night after a birthday dinner at SunwithMoon with the lovely university friends, ( all the good memories at the restaurant! ), we had dessert at Nectarie, where I got delighted by a chunky chocolate drink, Weilin's Bodycream flavor icecream sorbet, and Xuyun's sweetly fragrant Peony Jade tea. I recall my earlier tea fetish which subsided only when I suspected tea to contribute to teeth discoloration. My present was fussed by meddling inqusitive hands; I was the last person to open it; but I was a proud and pleased owner of the the blazer I found within the paper bag. :) Thanks guys!

I've always thought Singapore trains to be relatively clean and safe, not that I have changed by mind, but may I say I was in disbelief to see a rat on the train last night! Xuyun and I held out legs up indignantly, and squeals aside, we could have been cooler and observe the hideous creature in its full glory in its new playground, watch it scurry past the opposite lane then back again, but no, dear Jason kept chanting beside me " I'm going to kill the rat, I'm going to kill the rat, I'm going to kill the rat", and poor me, in a bid to protect my toes and present, fell into panic because clearly his weapon was either bare fists or his frail laptop bag propped upright by nothing but mere sheets of lecture notes. So I chanted back "omg Jason please don't do it omg jason please don't do it, jus sit down" and try repeating that 10 times, the rest of the commuters in muted shock-amusement, I don't know whether I got frightened by the monster or by the brave boy, but it put the stress in me. Finally the boy stood up and there was a loud thud as his laptop bag hit... either the floor or the prey but it scurried away anyway, while the onlookers must have musing whether it could get anymore fanciful. At the end of the day, I found it a great adventure, more so because we had a hero. Reminds me how he put out a fire at my roof garden, heh.

Bye for now!