Mashed Potatoes

Back from Limbo:

It’s been a long time since I last posted in the blog regularly. It’s strange you know… I thought that going to the UK would inspire me to talk about lots and lots of random things, like describing the new places I go to and showing off the interesting things which happen, but rather, the opposite happened and I became lazy. Too lazy to type a word about my life. It’s with great effort that I even got the will to type this post, but at least I’ve started, and my experience tells me that 99% of the work is just getting the will to start it.

So, yeah, I officially resurrect this blog from Limbo. I hope…

Stuck in Limbo:

I think everyone in the world knows about this by now:

It was the last wish of the Icelandic economy that its ashes be spread over Europe.

Iceland goes bankrupt, then it manages to set itself on fire. This has insurance scam written all over it.

Patron: Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup!
*Waiter pours volcanic ash into the soup*
Patron: What are you doing?!
Waiter: Creating a no-fly zone, sir.

It’s a bit early for Iceland volcano jokes. We should wait awhile for the dust to settle.

My holiday should have ended last week, but two flight delays later, I’m finally flying back to school now. As I sit here in the departure hall, I can look back at a wonderful holiday spent with family, friends and Raina :) Thanks everyone for the great time while
I was home… and I’ll be back soon for even more fun times!

One rainy day, taxi ride, train stop and aeroplane flight later, I arrived home. And home is bliss :)

I’m going to thoroughly enjoy my 2 weeks back in Malaysia. I didn’t realize how busy I was in Cambridge until today when I spent the last 9 hours of my life doing absolutely nothing productive. I miss doing that.

…was one glorified shopping trip.

It was without a doubt the most exciting Chinese New Year trip to Singapore I have experienced in my life. Not hard considering it’s my only one. Here’s what happened :

Hours in car. Immigration at 2nd Link. Fairmont Hotel. Amazingly grand. Up to room. Stay there for 3 hours. Dinner with some friend of my father’s and 2 of their 4 children (other 2 were somewhere else (wisely)). Back upstairs. Sleep.

Wake up. Go to adjoining mall (Raffles Plaza). Eat at Kopi Tiam (a kopitiam shop). Look at stuff at mall. Eat lunch (I forget where). Take MRT to Orchard Road. Walk to Robinson’s, then Isetan, then Robinson’s and spend vouchers which were given by someone to us. Struggle to spend vouchers (:x). Pretend to be only slightly bored while thinking of menial thinks to relieve boredom. Choose clothes, try clothes, dump clothes. Battle with boredom. Walk and wait for sister/father/mother to choose items. Overcome boredom. Walk more and kill boredom. Nighttime. Take taxi back to hotel, and thus to mall, and to Shokudo.

*pause commentary*

Finally something interesting. Shokudo is Marche, japanese style. Us being the lucky ones, we went there on the same day a feature came out in the Straits Times. 15 minutes wait to enter. Then we received a card (much more preferable to a stamp passport, thankyouverymuch) to register our purchases. Ordering is simple, go to a counter, tell them what you want and wait.

Then take your food, place on table and go to another stall. Look for something vaguely interesting and order. Then, wait.

(Becomes a normal thing on February the 10th)

Then eat.

GARLIC FRIED RICE + BEEF TEPPANYAKI + RHOSTI + JAPANESE OMELETTE + ORANGE JUICE + CHOCOLATE GELATO = HUGE SUCCESS!

*resume normal commentary*

Back to hotel room. Sleep.

Wake up. Struggle to stay awake. Eat donuts for breakfast. Buy bread. Buy book. Go to hotel room. Read, wait and sleep for further 2 hours. Eat lunch. Pack items, leave hotel, go home.

Write boring blog post.

*fin*

Definitely as fun as watching paint dry. Then peel off. And finally crumble on the floor and decompose.

Moral of the story : Wait, and wait some more.