2005-12-05
at 5:59 p.m.
plane food is good
My entire entry has just been deleted. And I AM FUMING. It went something like this:
Tomorrow I'm leaving for Taiwan + Hong Kong! Wish me luck in finding lots of things to buy. The best parts of travelling are shopping and the plane ride. People think I'm some kind of freak but, plane food is nice WHAT. And the worst part is the crowds, espcially ugly China tourists. Which is why we're giving Hong Kong Disneyland a miss. Who wants to hear Disney songs in Cantonese and Chinese anyway? I'm looking forward to the cold weather though. Makes your hair shiny and smooth.
Just in case someone calls to offer me a job, I have stopped weeding. This is because my dad recently bought this magnificent house, which I suspect is haunted but who cares, I like it. We went in to take a look and found two rooms full of mowers. So now we have more than 10 mowers for goodness-knows-what. I think we should have a garage sale and make MONEY :D OR I can take up mowing. I'll quit school and become Singapore's best mower: Half the time, twice the price. Because I'll use two mowers at once, one on each hand. I'll be so in demand I tell you.
But the main point of this entry is really just to say that this brilliant Italian restaurant 50 footsteps away from my house which I really really love is having a tres high class dinner party tonight which only Ferrari owners can attend. So at 7-ish a million million-dollar Ferraris will be parked in our estate. IS THAT COOL OR WHAT. I can just imagine all my trigger-happy neighbours trying to steal some photos (including me, shhh). Tonight I can stand by the window and admire this once-in-a-lifetime view while sipping on champagne. One day, I'll own an entire fleet of Ferraris and Lamborghinis. I'll build a house five times the size of the Istana complete with a multistorey carpark for my cars, tennis court, gym, bowling alley, indoor swimming pools, theatre with digital surround sound, 9-hole golf course and a private underpass to all major shopping centres. It'll be so big that people will call it the capital of Singapore. To get from one end of the house to the other I'll travel on a Vespa and there will be roadsigns and traffic lights so I don't get lost inside. Plus, I'll employ those handsome, hunky guards outside the ministers' houses to guard my house. Cleaning ladies, cooks, fitness instructors, masseuses, manicurists, technicians, pool maintenance people, pest control, guards, servants in tuxedos. I will become a national hero for bringing Singapore's unemployment rate to zero.
Hey that rhymes.