March 17, 2004

i've joined the ranks of those who look like red lobsters.

and so i went for the amazing race today.
it was well, amazing (hey, how else do you expect me to describe it? then again, my statement's so duh!)

we had to visit stations for challenges and clues to go on to the next station. eight in total.
managed only to find four. gave up after that. haha.

now i shall recount..

for the first one, we had to do an impersonation of the matrix, the scene where neo dodged bullets fired by agent smith. no points for guessing who played neo. anyway, sister irene said i was pretty stiff, a point confirmed by many who went for the odyssey.

at the other stations we went to, we had to search for a bottle cap marked with an X. the amazing thing (and yes, i reiterate this golden word) was that i managed to find the cap in about a minute, just at the point mel called me. and when we left, the other teams which had started before us were still searching for the caps!

also met a guy who was wearing an nyjc tee, he was in-charge of one of the challenges, and boy he looked old. and when we asked him which batch he's from, he said 1997-1999! woohoo!
'nuff said.

then there was snakes & ladders at the artists' village. since only two per team could play, i was bored out and had a phone conversation with ed. haha..so funny! the little thing had better go rest..he sounds sick. ;(

we got another clue, 'walk of the legend'. and the wanna-raise-iq-me thought it was images of singapore, and promptly led the others there. and nono, it wasn't! how disappointing. oh well. decided to get myself some ice-cream to chill my mounting grief and disappointment (nah, i'm joking.). i spent six bucks on a triple-treat sundae at anderson's of denmark?! argh! to say i'm broke is putting things mildly.

was attempting to finish every single bit of the sundae with mel (being the kiasu/kiasee [pick one] singaporean i am), when one of the organisers told us to get to the end point. went to the beach, where i was promptly baptised with amazingly salty seawater (forgive me, i rant) by max toh chun wah. thanks a lot man. i was dry, tired, and preparing to go home when he did just that. don't you know how to treat castaways (i was at the beach, of course.)? then again, i didn't get angry, as i don't usually. but you'd better count your lucky stars if you're reading this! i'm probably coming up with a missile strike against you! and yes, i do know you stay at pasir ris. stay away folks!

ok, that was lame.

my dad's great, he fetched me home and gave mel a lift too!
so now i'm sitting in front of my computer, after having my dinner and watching part of a show which i believe has an absolutely deranged cast. they were practically screaming all the way. and they all have weird (read: lion's mane standard) hair. hmm.

oh, question and answer time! (you know who you are)
no, i wasn't doing anything with her, though i believe you would love to!
oh yes, apparently it wasn't a crush, it's just that she finds you quite good-looking.

there..the answers you wanted! :)

ok, i really need new sneakers.
and better ankle socks with a life-time guarantee they won't slip down into the shoes.
gid posted at 20:26