Thursday, February 26, 2004

Good Morning

It's morning in Paki-land and morning in Singa-world. Morning here is three hours earlier though so you people who are reading must be looking into the past while I is writing for the future. Ain't that cool? Or what? What.

So neway. "Whot's it loike there? Tell me please?", you must be asking in a Brit accent. To be honest luv, nothing much. All I've been doing is shopping for clothes and jewellry and etc and etc. I hate shopping. Trully. But shopping here is like being queen for the day. Let me take you through the process.

First, you sit in the car that's driven by the driver. Order him to go to so and so place. You step out of the car.

Second, you find the store you feel will provide you with the best cloth and service and price. You sit down on the chairs that surround the store.

Third, you tell the fella, by merely pointing and shouting up up, no down down, what you want to see.

Fourth, he pulls it out for you and spreads it out so you can see it and then you repeat three till desired cloth is found to match cloth 1. (you see you need matching for top and bottom ya?)

Cool innit? And it's almost the same for jewellry but only this is better. You get served tea... or samosas... and whatever beverage you desire. But then again, I think it's cause we're good friends with the owner. So never mind that.

Besides my shopping escapades, I promise you there's a lot more depth to this trip. But currently it's 1.07AM paki time but 4.07AM sing time so I'd rather tell the real sob story of this very sad country another time.

Don't wait up for me.

::me:: at 11:49