Yesterday I went out to have dinner at some Korean restaurant at Jurong where they kept playing the Princess Hours' songs and it was totally suckish. The food didn't even taste good, and we were facing a bunch of old people line-dancing. Get this: some of them even wore ridiculous cowboy hats and a button down shirt and pants.
Anyway, afterwards we went to The Heeren 'cos my sis wanted to get Havaianas, and on the way there, (or back, I can't remember) this guy walking towards me from the opposite direction just started staring at me. And I was like staring back at him before the realization hit me. And I was like, 'Ohmigod! That is Mr Ong! And he is holding a lady's hand! Ohmigod!' Okay, the lady had long black hair (past her shoulders), she was not skinny, fat, actually, and I can't remember her face, but I think Mr Ong was holding a plastic bag in his other hand. The lady was wearing a black top and a long knee-length jeans skirt, and that's about all I can remember. Oh, and she was Mr Ong's height. Or a just a teeny bit taller but I think she was his height.
Except for the fact that Mr Ong was staring at me. I think he recognized me. Whatever. Who cares? And I figured, I guess it's okay to write about it on my blog, I mean, free speech, right? And hey, you're walking down Orchard Road, anyone can see you. I mean, the crowd there is so random. And I didn't see anything exciting like them kissing or whatever (actually, that would be totally gross, and my life would be scarred permanently from then onwards. Come on, who cares what teachers do outside of school, or if they even have lives?), and then they just disappeared from my sight behind me.
I really can't remember her face... P.S. Unless one of you visitors turns traitor and decide to turn into a totally lame geeky good-girl and reveal my blog to the school (or any other person's blog). That would be so lame. And uncool. Not that this blog is offensive to Mr Ong or anything. I'm just making a point.
