it seems very amusing that i'm home by 9 on a saturday night and my parents are out gallivanting instead. they called my cellphone to ask where i was, and whether i had my keys, because no one's there to let me in, and i said, uh, ma, i'm at home already?

cindy and i had stopped in orchard for dinner after the sim trip, and also so that i can look in at flowers in the attic (su-lin informs me that flowers in the attic is the title of a pornographic novel and hence a terrible name for a shopping loft. is it?) to see if there's anything i might spend my ndp voucher on. (i found a pretty olive-green camisole with a floral cut-out layer over) i realise i haven't been in orchard for a really long time, and - good grief - may i never be in orchard on a saturday night again - and that - the orchard/scotts area is really, really far too young for us now. we're always on the south-end these days, and we're actually beginning to belong there. that out-of-place feeling and the rain combined to send us home quickly after dinner. i wonder if we'll be rained out of ballet under the stars tomorrow night. (are we still going?) oh and totally irrelevant but there was a blind man outside robinsons playing chengli de yueguang who reminded me of the man who plays the accordian in the orchard mrt underpass. erm. right.