If rapping with drum sets, a heated feud resulting from a cooking show, never-ending Uno, bicycles of ill-proportion, and an evil slide refusing one's bottom any comfort seems uninteresting or otherwise boring to you, you are sadly mistaken.
If you scoff at my statement, you stand against the entire staying-in-Singapore's summer society. Not only is that alliteration of s's important, but it also sounds very cool.
Actually, before that, I should rewind a bit and tell you of the basketball incident. The word "incident" probably gives you an ominous feeling of forwarning to some hideous event, but rest assured, it implies nothing of this manner whatsoever. I merely wished to inform the reader, namely you, that there was a small basketball-camp-sort-of-thing before the important crucial visit to Abi's place. There were many participating this fun (thought rather early) event, and if I took the the time to list each one, I would be found sleeping on the keyboard due to my exhaustion of the day's experiences. Let's continue, shall we?
Afterwards, Ben joined Beth, Marcus, and I and proceeded to the hawker area where I bought myself the infamous Bubble Tea. In order to appease our empty stomachs of their, well, emptiness, we set foot into the Clementi MacDonald in which we were satisfied with burgers, fries, and Marcus's "large" coke. The long journey to Pasir Ris was well entertained by Brian Regis (I believe that is how you spell it) for Beth, Marcus, and I. Unfortunately, Ben seemed rather impervious to it all and occupied himself with QuadraPop instead.
Abi met us at the MRT. As she led us to her house, I continued to marvel at the sheer distance from the school to her house. There (the house) we were greeted warmly by Abi's mother. Curious of Abi's drum set, everyone went upstairs to her room where many experimental beats as well as an attempt to get Marcus rapping began. After a couple minutes of some rather pointless discussions and reminscing in memories, we trudged back downstairs in order to bake some cookies. Here, Abi, Marcus, and Beth mixed the batter while Ben and I filmed and commented on the process. While we waited for the cookies to bake, Abi brought out what seemed to be three packs of Uno cards mashed together into one deck. Believe me when I say that the game would never result with a winner. In the end, everyone basically gave up their hopes and dreams of coming out on top. I admit that yellow became my worst enemy.
Bike riding was next on the agenda so we all got our bikes, scooter, and legs and rode out to East Coast. When we set our eyes on the playground, everyone knew what to do next. Carefully placing our vehicles in a secure position, we proceeded to the various slides, swings, jungle gyms, and other playground equipment we saw. Unfortunately, the efforts cost a lot of energy and everyone became exhausted. At Abi's home, several minutes were spent in relaxing conversations. Nobody was too keen on getting up at that point.
Dinner, supper, or whatever you would call it was eaten at the "Dirty Hawker" which was claimed to taste better than the "Clean Hawker." Personally, I saw no difference, but I tagged along seeing as of how I didn't know the place very well. Ben also almost "accidentally" took Bloopy along for the ride (ask Abi for more detail).
We all went our separate ways at our designated areas. There is hope for more possible future outings perhaps during the rest of summer.
Rach
6:02 AM
