No one, in my entire life, has asked me who Hitler is. I wonder what I'll reply if anyone asks. Maybe I'll go like this.

Went to Bugis today. Annabel was trying to look for a Bengawan Solo somehwere. Isn't it oh-so-true? You try to find a shop, and all the outlets in Singapore disappear. Poof! It's so annoying. But anyway, Annabel decided to take a total risk, and alighted at Bugis. Where it had so many things, but a Bengawan Solo. Aww man! And we walked for what seemed like a thousand miles.

My legs hurt more than anything, and especially when I'm so short, and the earth's gravitational pull on me is much more intense. Bloody.

There was also CCA today, right after exams (Yes, bloody outrageous), and the instructor or whatsoever, with her ever-changing hairstyles, picked on us. Me, Annabel, Manel, Amelia, and the rest in the middle row. Boo to the woman!

Alrighty. I guess I had enough of sight-seeing today. My eyes sore from looking at so many things, and so many people. So on a parting note. The MRT stopping right in the middle of a highway incurs the fear of heights in me. Although it's breath-taking? Ahh, well. Cheerios.