The Place to be (Part II)

This is the entrance of Seaworld. Those seals are fake by the way, but they do look real so I don't blame you if you were fooled. They even have superficial waves!

I hate it when people assume. Don't assume if you don't know.

That was just something I had to vent out. Anyway, my apparent R&R turned out to be a night of stomach-turning events as I proceeded to puke out my seafood dinner with absolute gusto on 4 occasions. Once in the toilet of the shopping centre which housed the nasty restaurant, once outside the shopping centre while waiting for a cab, once in the cab, and once more at home. The nasty restaurant afore mentioned is named Manhattan Fish Market, and the shopping centre it's housed in is Plaza Singapura (is it Singapura or Singapore?). Anyway, it may not be entirely the restaurant's fault cos all my fellow females who ate exactly the same thing as me did not even flinch a stomach muscle. So maybe it's just me. :S

Anyway, so sorry girls for spoiling the evening with unglamorous puke and stink. Was real touched by the way they took care of me tho'. Especially how Dris assisted me in the art of puking, by rubbing my back and making gagging noises. Hahaha. And for Beidi for running to 7-E getting me the plastic bag which DEFINITELY came in handy and a bottle of water. And for Joycee for calling the cab which came in 7.24 minutes and for Shan for just being there and showing concern. :) Will make up for it by organizing an outing after exams ok! Hopefully we'll manage to make it to Clarke/Boat Quay for those elusive drinks. Was not supposed to go anyway, but as Joyce said in the cab.. Dris made me "GIAN" to go. Haha.. so whose fault huh? :P

The air in YIH is stale. And occasionally wafting of the stink of feet. There are so many characters we've come to be familiar with after studying there these few days and watching who comes and goes. There's Ahlian who YJ has the hots for and her not-too-bad-looking boyfriend, they belong to a whole group of Rafflesians who occupy the table in front of us. Then there's this really dirty fella who sits diagonally to the left. It's HIS FEET from where the putrid smell wafts from. And he has these awful yellow long fingernails which he occasionally uses to dig his face, already filled with pockmarks. And the floor beneath him is strewn with rubbish as well as his stinky socks from where more abhorrent odours emnate! And he is there literally the whole day and night. He naps there, alongside his podgy girlfriend, I don't know how she can stand his smelly feet!! Then there's the usual bunch of China girls who conscientiously come early in the morning and sit upright doing real work without so much of a blink of an eye. THEN of course there are those delicious dragon-boater dudes in their IVP jackets who occasionally come in now and then and spend the day in the room with their laptops. The laptops of course usually distract the hunks from work and they end up playing Pac-Man, punching a muscular fist in the air in victory when they overcome all the scary colourful ghost monster thingys. It's all rather amusing. Then at night the "dark-knights" appear, making the place just a little bit noisier with the feet-dragging and constant chit-chatting (not in whispered tones).

Just 13 more days to freedom!!!! 15 to MaMbO! :D


Doesn't everyone miss Seaworld?