i spent the day playing tour guide to my sister, back from the UK - bringing her to the up-and-coming or already-come-up hotspots of singapore, aka having to justify the ubiquitous talk of ann siang road/hill where front row, asylum & venue lies plus a promise to visit haji lane.
we wandered around chinatown for a bit, trying on pretty dresses and chancing upon this shop that sells cute tees (we ended buying one each for v3) and other miscellaneous things. while on our little tour, my stomach suddenly decided to develop a craving for ice cream, hence i ventured on a little further - while virgi was eyeing some earrings - spotting an ice cream trolley in the distance. pity, he ran out of all flavours, save for durian, which err we both weren't too keen on.
later on, we stopped to share a coconut. imagine this, i had to scrape the flesh out for my sister, and i'm the YOUNGER ONE! she's so useless sometimes. heh
moving on. we finally reached ann siang. upon setting one foot there, my sister spots a cute little japanese tea shop, WACHA! that she's supposedly heard loads about (from friends), so we pop in for late tea. she orders a green tea cheese cake $6 while i decide on a relatively safe choice of green tea ice cream $5. both yummy, by the way. a bit pricey, having tea there should come up to a moderately affordable amount. dinner probably costs more.
while we're there, i receive an sms from a friend i bumped into earlier on, in transit. she mentioned that she mistook my sister for the younger of us. while my sister giggled away psychotically, i silently rolled my eyes at her obvious delight. insisting on proving her point, she clears her throat and asks a COMPLETE STRANGER
(read: japanese business-y man in his late 20s-early 30s, sitting quietly in a corner)
"excuse me, out of the both of us, who do you think is older?"
he looks stunned for a moment, then proceeds to stammer in his strong japanese accent "err, this-err is-er a bit-er difficult-r."
my sister continues gleefully, "it's okay, just go ahead" and she repeats the question.
he stares at the both of us long and hard (from one face to another) while i chide my sister for being idiotic, and hang my head at the shame of being associated with her.
after some time has passed, he looks ups and quietly asks, "err, can i-er answer-r now?"
us: "yes, of course!"
he turns to me, "i think she-er... (i'm almost scared to hear what he has to say) is (the) younger (one)."
HAHA! we inform him that indeed, i am. he enquires about both our ages, and we tell him. cute.
(also, i asked the gorgeous french-jap waitress if she had a brother, to which she replied that she did not, but had a sister. later on, she asked me why i inquired so. i explained that i had heard from 'someone' that there was a cute guy working there, and based on the assumption that it was a family business, it was possible that he might be her brother. she laughed but offered an explanation; there WAS another jap guy working there as well. A-HA!)
virgi's friends jessie and gerrie appear. yada. we head over to asylum to visit jobi, they: up to form, making a great deal of noise, as always. poring over "post secret" and such. gerrie was busy trying on the various pairs of shoes she purchased and parading around a newly acquired pair of shorts.then she announces: [THIS IS THE RIDICULOUS BIT, THAT PROCEEDED TO MAKE ME DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY] that when she logs onto friendster, my profile is the first that she has to go to; apparently because i update it frequently (enough), plus my photos are always colourful and exciting. haha - well, something along those lines.
when i mentioned bumping into her boyfriend at phuture, and his friend hitting on me.. she said that he mentioned seeing me (even though he didn't smile back when i did) and that he thinks i'm HOT AND BEAUTIFUL! (a compliment that was made furthermore meaningful when she stated how he's usually very blah about such things, as in he rarely comments on girls) and so does a supercute friend of his, whom i don't recall seeing. then again, we were in the dark.
me, hot? erm...
beautiful???
funny how a compliment coming from a girl, somehow holds more value than one from a boy. i do not think i'm hot OR beautiful, but still, it's nice to receive compliments occasionally; to remind yourself that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that you're bound to catch somebody's eye, someday.
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