As an officiating post to launch the existence of a blog, considering how I once felt about blogging, I planned to start with a post about the love of my life..
Guess that'll have to wait since yesterday's events were waaaaaay more interesting.
Note to self: Bring camera wherever. But 'til then...
Three incidents and a side order of minor "violence" grazed our innocent window shopping at The Spring.
First off we, Rachel and i, got a taste of Michelle's preview on the road!! After going through the routine of deciding where to eat, the guys settled for the Food Bazaar in The Spring. All was well on the road until we actually arrived at The Spring in search of a parking spot.
Incident 1:
Michelle drives an auto car. The accelerator and the break require only one foot to operate, but M uses 2 feet, one for each. As she was getting the car into position, Michelle decides to pick this time (of all times) to practise using one foot. She mistook the accelerator for the break and almost rammed us into the wall before us. Hearts stopped. Cold sweat broke. But we were ALIVE =p
WARNING
unseasoned blogger alert. minimal-visuals-with-ample-text post ahead.
unseasoned blogger alert. minimal-visuals-with-ample-text post ahead.
Note to self: Bring camera wherever. But 'til then...
Three incidents and a side order of minor "violence" grazed our innocent window shopping at The Spring.
First off we, Rachel and i, got a taste of Michelle's preview on the road!! After going through the routine of deciding where to eat, the guys settled for the Food Bazaar in The Spring. All was well on the road until we actually arrived at The Spring in search of a parking spot.
Incident 1:
Michelle drives an auto car. The accelerator and the break require only one foot to operate, but M uses 2 feet, one for each. As she was getting the car into position, Michelle decides to pick this time (of all times) to practise using one foot. She mistook the accelerator for the break and almost rammed us into the wall before us. Hearts stopped. Cold sweat broke. But we were ALIVE =p
Michelle using two feet =D
Incident 2:
Andrew - Padini promoter, possibly Lydia's man =p
We decided to hang around Padini for a bit and Rachel told us about a (in her opinion) hot promoter at Padini. I mentioned that he looked like the kind of guy Lydia would like. The conversation led to a dare proposed by me to Rachel to get that guy's number for Lydia (not like Lydia would use it anyway). Rachel accepted and we're off! Unfortunately the guy was not in sight so we settled for another (in My opinion) better looking guy's number. Don't doubt Rach. She did it. Here's proof.
Andrew - Padini promoter, possibly Lydia's man =p
Incident 3:
The place where it all happens =)Somehow, our parking ticket got faulty and we had no eye deer. So we drove all the way to the boombox, inserted our ticket and watched the machine spit it back out at us. Roars. This happened a few times until a voice over the intercom came to our rescue
Intercom: Miss, miss your ticket is f*static*aul*static*ty
Michelle: What?? WHat?? WHAt?? WHAT??
Intercom: Miss your ticket is faulty.
Michelle: But i paid
Intercom: Yes miss but your ticket is faulty. Please come down to the basement counter to claim another ticket. Thank you.
&%$#^$@&! SO EMBARRASSING!!!
With plenty of effort from our side and lotsa tolerance from the other waiting vehicles, we managed to back the car and drive back to the building. At the basement counter, there was a lil scene where a man lost his parking ticket and was trying to claim another. He was required to pay for his new ticket but was outraged at that request and started shouting and yelling (bla bla bla). The security guard looked super timid and was muttering into his walkie-talkie for back up. Wimp. lol =p
Anyhoo, we got our replacement ticket alright.
Intercom: Miss, miss your ticket is f*static*aul*static*ty
Michelle: What?? WHat?? WHAt?? WHAT??
Intercom: Miss your ticket is faulty.
Michelle: But i paid
Intercom: Yes miss but your ticket is faulty. Please come down to the basement counter to claim another ticket. Thank you.
&%$#^$@&! SO EMBARRASSING!!!
With plenty of effort from our side and lotsa tolerance from the other waiting vehicles, we managed to back the car and drive back to the building. At the basement counter, there was a lil scene where a man lost his parking ticket and was trying to claim another. He was required to pay for his new ticket but was outraged at that request and started shouting and yelling (bla bla bla). The security guard looked super timid and was muttering into his walkie-talkie for back up. Wimp. lol =p
Anyhoo, we got our replacement ticket alright.
can you see the words 'REPLACEMENT'??
So i guess that's about it for our visit to The Spring. Man, were we relieved for leaving.
p.s.: I hope you're happy Tab for I finally blogged.
