Chilled at Lesley's place in the afternoon whilst waiting for my beloved Tieng and Jing Wen to break out of school and join me for dinner. I've been praying that I won't catch Tricia's Hand Foot Mouth disease! I want to enjoy my holiday! Did I mention that I'm flying off to China tomorrow? I have only packed half my bag, I cannot seem to fathom what else have I misplaced and not packed in. Oh, that's right! My toothbrush!

And I just felt the need to mentioned that Sam pwned Lesley and I in Monopoly.

Got treated to a mad awesome restaurant called Raindrops Cafe. Inside, all hell broke loose because of the concoction of Su Tieng and Jing Wen placed beside each other. It's like mixing lithium with water. We fellowshipped, encouraged each other, talk about nonsense and headed to Cineleisure to watch Super 8.

I honestly thought it was a natural disaster movie, something like 2012 or at least along those lines. It's not. It's not even close. It's about some alien and it's not cool when you expected a flying house in a tornado and it gives you something out of Alien VS Predator; the worst parts were the loud music and sudden movements. It was a thriller and oh my gosh, I wanted to hide my face and die. Well, it was a good movie, really good. The actors and actresses were amazing, intense emotions and well, they were all young. I would have to say though that if it weren't for the shock factor, it would have been a pretty "meh" movie for me.

Afterwards, we headed to Macs to try and get some internet connection going on for Tieng owing to the fact that she has to complete her RJ. God obviously wanted us to have a good time so He somehow managed not to get us connected to the internet no matter how many times we tried. I kid.

My bag is still not packed yet and I'm not looking forward to the amount of email that I will have to clear and the texts that I will not be able to reply. Did I mention how much I hate long flights? I dislike the fact that the aisle of the plane is tiny, the seat is tiny and the space in front of the seat is tiny and the toilets are miniature. I don't know how I will survive a 5 hour flight, armed with only my knitting tools and a book. I will probably die and rot and cry. Not necessarily in that order.

I will let you know if I survived. Until then, see you!