Frosted toast.

I panicked. The time I was supposed to leave my house was the time I started to prepare myself. I did everything as fast as my hands permitted, chucked my necessities into my satchel, strapped on my shoes and darted out of my house.

I knew I was going to get myself a cab, so I headed straight for the main road and positioned myself at my usual waiting spot. The scorching sun made it irritable and uncomfortable for me to stand at a apparent uncovered platform. That did not blind my eyes, though. One seemingly ordinary-looking car halted slightly after the pavement I was on. Almost all cars look ordinary to me since I have no knowledge about this sort of sedans. I thought the driver was expecting passengers, but no, I was dead wrong in my assumption. Since curiosity kills, I was not spared from it. I turned to look and I caught a glimpse of a fine young man with a primly pressed striped black shirt, with a cool pair of shades to match. I realised he stopped by the road to drop a letter into the mailbox that was behind me. He walked suavely towards his car without a haste, and before I know it, he drove off to his next destination.

Soon after, I spotted a vacant cab and I gracefully flagged for it. With words scrolling, "Changing shift, Pasir Ris", I was certain this typical cab driver would gladly drop me off at Tampines Mall. Despite going to that mall frequently, I went there again today. That place is seriously such a bore.

There were crowds, more crowds. It was the holiday for the kids. I was annoyed, shunning those usual glares and avoiding the packs. I was text messaging soulmate as I made my way up, and it made me partly oblivious to my surroundings.

I joined my brother and my dad and I could not refrain myself from grumbling about those irritants to my brother. Before I approached my brother and my dad, a girl beside them stared at me with an arrogant face. I cannot fathom why she did so. Firstly, I did not ogle at her male companion because he does not possess a face that would capture my attention. So she did not even have to be all defensive and portray an expression implying she owns the guy. Secondly, I absolutely did not sashay like I was on a runway. Why glare as if I have offended you in some way?

My dad wanted to drop by certain places and being the filial children he has always dreamt of, we had to tag along. They were in cahoots, both insisted on having Seoul Garden. Being the minority, I couldn't object, could I?

I observed their unique way of stacking the used plates on their forearms. Being the usual me, I could not figure what was their purpose of doing so. When a lad came forth and offered to clear our plates, I seized the opportunity to ask him.
Jean: Why do you carry your plates like that?
Lad: Because it is easier.
His immediate answer felt as though he was expecting that question from me. Or perhaps he gets similar questions like such whenever he is at work.

I knew my hair would reek!

We ended our day with a final pit stop at the supermarket. It has been ages since I last did grocery shopping. You have no idea how psyched I was because my dad would foot the bill, so all expenses on him. My advantage. I swept some of my favourite snacks into the trolley, and opted for several healthier ones like Quaker. I also persuaded myself to limit the amount of snacks I grabbed. It was tormenting, but ultimately, I know I would be glad at my good intentions.