Now I have a poem composing itself in my head. A very bad poem. ARGHHHH GET IT OUTTTTTT NUUUUU
Heeled boots are killer when you're standing on a crowded MRT from Braddel to City Hall, then from City Hall to Paya Lebar. Oh, and taking a 2-hour tour around the neighbourhood, learning what the heck a CDC is, a mayor of the 5 districts and various politics, as well as the culture hidden under the familiar HDBs and the stories it hides. Very inspirational and tiring. At least lunch was one and a half hours, so I could afford to go elsewhere to eat with my friends, yet no matter how close our destination was (like today's Bishan and the day before's Toa Payoh hub) we were always late. Got distracted along the way by plushies while I happily examined a dagger in the comics connection shop. Ooh blood, murder and gore!
Cookies are evil, and together with walking in the rain and then going to an air-conditioned room, it proves to be a formidable force. I hope I can use this as an excuse not to do my homework. Urgh homework, I'd rather be out spending money or writing / reading.
