We went to Midvalley today. But before that, Dad brought us over to a townhouse near our home. One of the houses there were for sale. He and Mum wanted to inspect it. I keep on asking them about this ( Dad keeps on looking up on the "houses for sale" section) and their answer is "Why do we want to buy it? We don't have money anyway."
Then why do they keep on looking at houses, I wonder?
The owner of a house was a tall, gangly man with a slight mustache. He wasn't very old. That guy guided us through the house, pointing at stuff and saying things that I didn't care to listen about. I didn't really like the house because there were long cracks everywhere and there was a hole in one of the windows. ( I have to admit that the hole wasn't big enough to go sticking my finger through it. But it was still a hole.)
After a lot of dillying and dallying we finally got into the car and drove away for lunch. I wasn't very hungry, despite my very meagre dinner at PappaRich yesterday. So I gave half my rice to Dad, who wasn't very pleased.
I did NOT enjoy it at Midvalley. The worst part of it was when I was buying white shoes for the school shooting on Friday. I had to queue up for ages at the cashier.
We wentto Pets Wonderland, where I spent half the time looking at cats. And most of the time they were fast asleep. Sometimes I wonder how it is to be a cat, when you have a long silky pelt and spend half your life snoring away.
After that we went to MPH Bookstores, where I finally bought ( and could read!) the book Nineteen Hours, by Jodi Picoult.
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