Hah. I went to tht Jonker walk thng. Like pasar malam. AIYO. I was grumpy, ok. Maybe I was tired, thats why.

We went thr by trishaw. O-M-G-D. I was pitying those people riding th trishaw. There was this old man, I thnk 60 years old liao. Totally panting. Then, when th trishaw cross th road, like our road lke tht. I coverd my eyes and screamd, OMGDOMGDOMGDOMGDOMGD. Rly. Then the person riding our trishaw (me & mum) was racing with his friend. Do you know how freaking scared I was? Urgh.

Went to try tht chicken rice ball. NOT NICE. Well, I dont like it. Too soft and gummy to be rice. I prefer th fishball, tho. They should specialise in fishball instead.

Then there was ths dancing thing. SUCKY! They danced to 'What time is it?'. LOL. They are super wierd. They had that face. They tried to imitate th HSM. Gross.

Then, we wantd to go home, so we flaggd a cab. A chinese taxi driver behind started OI!OI!OI!-ing at us. Wierd. We just got onto th cab, tho.

After all th people got off th cab, this was th conv.:
Second Uncle: Walao. That taxi driver nag nag nag. (They got onto th chinese taxi driver's one)
Mum: Why eh?
S.U: He la! He say your taxi driver jump queue.
Dad: Aiyo! He stop thr off engine watch thing. Then we dont know what. We just flag a cab la!
S.U: That's why! I also tell him that we have many people. One cab cant fit all. (We have 12.)
Mum: Uh, then?
S.U: Ya la! Then he said he can fetch us then make one round go back fetch th rest la!
Mum: Siao ah! Like tht also can. All also want.
Brandon: Ya la! S.U, he talking to you ah? Anyhow scold leh. I can rmb he said, walao, that bangla guailan one eh!

Then everyone laugh lo. LIKE THAT ALSO CAAN!