The night was slipping away..

Watched the Magic Flute with YC yesterday. I was enchanted by one of the lead actress who acted as the Queen, her high tones, how well she has controled her voice. It was breath taking.

After the show, it was rather late. Went Sushi Tei for dinner but the service SUCKS. The sushi on the belt seems like "left overs", the plastic round covers covering over the plates of sushi was oily and sticky.

YC and I was selecting what we can find and there they were, clearing up this, and that, wiping the table, splashed some water on my hands went one of the waitress was placing new plates on the table to prepare for the next day. I felt so unwelcome and upset but am not letting it spolit my day. So after a quick bite, we left and shopped around for a while and head off to see my fav "show".

They stood on the side of the streets, all in revealing clothings, big boobs, thick make ups, and nice handbags. The patrons were mostly shabbily dressed, old and ugly hairstyle. Then I spotted an "english" looking "starbucks" and decided to alight from the car for had a cup of drink there, with abit of fear, wondering if onlookers will see me as one of the ladies on the streets.

No one can understand the thrill and happiness I feel. I am the oddy who likes to see the pretty girls and lusty old man in geylang. I usually laugh and just cant understand why they could withstand the long hours standing, along the hot and humid street. What if it rains? Wouldnt their makeup be smudged? What if the police raid? Wouldn't they run and then fall, and tear their mini nylon skirts and scratch their pretty faces? What if it's a lady who ask them for prices? Will they oblige? Hahahahaha! I dun know why I always got weird thoughts in my mind and will laugh hysterically in the car.

Afterwhich, we went to east coast, and saw a mini accident along the narrow route. A taxi has collided with a motorbike and the pillion rider was lying on the road motionlessly. When we finally managed to pass by them, one of injured's friend stopped us and asked for tissue paper. Hehehehe....and I felt so happy that I was able to help, and handed him my half packet left. The injured young malay girl seems okie, manage to wriggle a little and was hugging her knee cap. And off we go, to our journey...

It was already 1am. Though I was yawning, but I do want to waste my night away. It was my fav way of spending a Sat. I love seeing the scenery, he loves driving. I finally found a kaki to drive me around to waste time.

By the time I reached home, it was already 2am.. Not able to sleep so make a cup of coffee while waiting for him to reach home 1st.

Next day will be a brand new day, painting and playing badminton in evening, Monday will be another round of battling week for my next week ends to arrive. How I long and cherish for my weekends now. Will be collecting the tee shirt for the run next week. 16th Sep will be the event.

I wonder what and how to celebrate. The irony I feel when every year we are celebrating us aging and approaching death. Ideally will be a peaceful night some wine or liqour, heart to heart talk, peace and serenity, comfy in the blankets. Maybe mushrooms to show me some magic. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, tempura shiitake mushrooms lah!