dancing teapots and singing candlesticks
2006-02-11 10:39 p.m.
i actually woke up at 6.30 today when my alarm rang, got up and reached for my school uniform before i realized it was saturday.
the feeling was just so WONDERFUL.
see that's the point of having 2 alarms, silly as it sounds.
the first alarm rings about one hour before your actual get-up time. you hear it, wake up, and tell yourself that you can go back to sleep.
isnt that just awesome.
then your second alarm, the real one, rings, and now you have to get up. but at least you received prior warning.
anyway, today was the usual blah blah lazy saturday. then i went for dance class, which was rather interesting today.
we saw the funny guy edmund something or other. he said 'oh the class may soon be starting. the nanyang girls called today.'
i was paying money and just absently said 'uh huh.' waiting for him to finish his sentence.
but nothing came.
strange.
so i still dont know what's going on.
anyway! after the class i stopped at a shop because of some really nice windchimes, at a pretty reasonable price. yz stopped to admire them too, but dionne and tan min, in their usual hurricane way, rushed off without us. hmph. i was going to buy it for dionne's birthday present at first, but she just ran off.
but with the 2 hurry-up-and-get-going ppl gone, yz and i took our time dawdling at chinatown. we stopped at a drink stall, spent some time arguing between ourselves AND the shop keeper over money and drinks, then finally left after the shop keeper said in this exasperated tone 'you 2 argue so much.' oh well, we got our drinks.
then, like the good citizens we were, we stood outside the mrt station for a while to finish our drinks before going inside. all because of a sign that said 'no food and drinks.' arent we wonderful.
we spent some time debating (what we seem to do a lot) the efficiency of the no-rubbish-bins rule in the mrt. really i dont see a point in banning dustbins. if i were a terrorist and i wanted to plant a bomb, i could just disguise it as a shoe or a pair of spectacles or something. or maybe a nice big sign that says 'no bombs allowed.' no one would take the slightest notice.
speaking of which, during my china trip i passed by a starbucks that had this huge sign proudly flashing its message out to the street: 'no drugs or nuclear weapons allowed.' hmm.
anyway, on the train yz and i were debating again. i gave her a riddle: what's yellow, fat, cute, wears a red shirt but no pants?
it was so glaringly obvious but she didnt get it. poof.
then we debated about disney princesses. i discovered that i didnt really know the story of beauty and the beast, so she decided to tell me. but really, when you state it like that, you see a lot of holes in the story.
at this point she was saying '...so the beauty ran into the house and starting calling the beast's name over and over again.'
so she was yelling out 'beast! beast!' over and over again? that seems a TAD strange.
and what did the beast's servants feel about having been filled with tea before?
why didnt the princess get fat from stuffing herself, then going to sleep, day after day?
doesnt make sense.
tomorrow's sunday. ughhhh. i'd have to go through the bore of cell group, service and whatsoever else they have tomorrow, again.
