There's a thin line between insanity and need for insanity.

Pingpingping!! I'm nuts.


Anyways, I learnt a new word today! Or yesterday... whatever.


Upon request from a very restless daughter, my mother brought me out for a jaunt along Orchard Rd late at night, and we eventually landed in the Longbar.


Can you believe it? MY mother... bring ME... to LONGBAR. I'm sure by sunrise tomorrow, we'll find the earth has reversed rotation.


Anyways, for all thou young youths yonder with no knowledge of this place (er, me included, I guess), Longbar is a bar (duh) near Raffles Hotel that retains the pre-worldwar ambience, with innovative decor on the ceiling (go see for yerself) and a really fun policy of allowing, or rather, encouraging customers to throw peanut shells on the floor. Peanut shells, nothing else. And if you leave them on the table you've wasted your courtesy: the waitresses sweep the shells straight on to the floor, where they're left for the rest of business hours. In a way, it's part of decor.


They've also got these funny tall, skinny beer glasses that each require a stand. And their whipped cream is really thick and creamy... yummm...


They've a band playing upstairs, and the music I heard just now was good.





The stinkbug lay eggs in the bathroom. Now the little critters are out and moving and hanging around the eggs that are still stuck on the bathroom wall. It would've been kinda of cool if not for the fact that these things stink when they grow up, that these things could hide in my clothes, etc... a long time ago, stinkbugs really did hide in my school socks. Never liked stinkbugs since then. Stinkbugs are coming back. GO AWAY!!!







Oh, did I mention that on my third skating lesson on Monday, there was a super cute guy doing his fourth lesson with me? We struck up pretty well. He says he's signing up for another round, and it seems Monday is his designated timeslot. Wish me luck.