We went out with them kiddos and we watched Open Season. I watch Open Season. Eventhough the last thing I would spend my10 bucks on is some animation movie, which I always swear I would never waste my money on.

But I laughed myself silly. Because the movie is super funny. And because the ticket was free. :)

After that, we went to IKEA Tampines. It was perfect timing because I was feeling Debbie Travis-ish. Anyhow, they have this playroom for kids and it look super fascinating that even I want to jump in the fun, and be a 4 year old again. One problem : Only kids who are 90cm-130 cm tall short is allowed in.

Haidar being Haidar, don't want to go in and play alone without his Kak Iqah.
His Kak Iqah being Iqah, is already a little over 130cm.

So we tried our luck and those staff insisted that she's not allowed in because she's over the limit height.

Now, I'm not trying to be a drama-mama here, but which stupid idiot came up with the stupid limit height. It's so lame and not very smart. It's not the child's fault that she have the tall genes from her super tall dad. And maybe she's tall because she drinks a lot of milk, which is good for a child.

So yes, ended up, none of them went in and play and jump around and be crazy like any normal kids. Just because there's a "discrimination" against horizontally-challenged kids who have good genes and drinks a lot of milk.

Sad.

So yes, you get the picture. I was p.i.s.s.e.d.

But don't worry, be happy, that little thing didn't spoil my mood :) Remember I said I was feeling Debbie Travis-ish? Well, if you haven't know, while last last last time, when I was rotting at home, and thinking about life, I decided I must know what I want to do with my life.To put a long story short, I was convinced that I'm going to be an interior designer after watching too much of daytime tv of home makeovers. ( Of course, that is after I convince myself that I want to be a doctor, chef, and then writer) .

By now, you must already be figuring out that I'm trying to make a point here. So my point is my feeling "Debbie Travis-ish" means I'm thinking of revamping my room. This is one of those moments where I'll draw up some kind of floorplan of my bedroom and decides on a new facelift for the room.

And that's why my going to IKEA feasting my eyes on furnitures that I know I'll never have anytime soon makes me in a happy happy mood. :)

Oh, I was planning of complaining and ranting about why having to share room is very not fun sometimes because I need to make The Other like whatever facelift I'm trying to make.

But Yana have already dream up the day she can kick me out of the room.

I don't blame her. I'm waiting for the day too.

Just that in my mind, she's the one who's getting the kicking out. HAHA. :)

Cheers?