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06 November 2008
Plaza Singapura and a 1000+ steps.

Thanks Gene for the heart-attack.
I was happily using the computer when Gene called me to accompany her to Plaza Singapura to get her shoes with her mother if not "I'll be lonely, Serena! COME COME COME".
Yeah, so we got there.
And met her mom.

GOSH, WE CLIMBED A THOUSAND PLUS STEPS AND EVEN IF WE EVER COLLAPSED AND DIED THERE, THEY WOULDN'T FIND OUR CORPSE UNTIL A KAZILLION YEARS LATER.
Then we visited some freaky art exhibition halls Gene's mother insisted that we go there appreciate art. They had many ghostly paintings. And the hall was empty, only us there.
Cool, you can watch free movies there and don't pay.
Then Gene told me the story about the Demon Tree there.

The office where Gene's mum works at was the Old Methodist Girls' School.
And many girls commited suicide by hanging themselves on a big tree there or something.
Then now they have a yellow ribbon tied around the tree and some Buddhist burning red thingy there. And everytime a Taoist priest comes around and pray to prevent the ghost(s) from coming out to haunt people.
And there's a cafe really near the tree.
I wonder if someone eats at the cafe at night and the ghost(s) come and grab the person.
YES GENE, I AM PSYCHED BY THE DEMON TREE.
You lorh, don't let me go near the tree.....
Scaredy cat.


Gene has TAIWANESE BLOOD!!!!!
I ALSO WANT LOR!!!

I have some malaysian blood but its diluted long ago already.
And there's nothing to be proud about to have malaysian blood.
So near. I want like, Alaskan blood.
HAHA.