I know the last posts have been really rubbishy and all that, but please bear with me... Well, I'm about to post about something that happened last Sunday, approximately FOUR days ago. My dad's been hogging the com rather often, so it's a wonder I even find time to post at all. Anyway, last Sunday was one of the rare times my family had a Family Day. To us, Family Day is where we all go out together, maybe for the simplest of things like eating lunch to even bigger things like going swimming and all that. I know it sounds rather pathetic but it's heaps better than having nothing to do at home, eh. So that day was a rather 'historical' event: Our very first time bowling together. Shockhorrorgasp. I know. My parents hadn't bowled since a decade ago(their wedding anniversary back then) and it was Percia's first time bowling. So of course we were excited, especially Percia.

We went to a bowling alley close to ours, some NSmen clubhouse or something. Sorry, forgot the name. But anyway, there was this rather cheesy-sounding 'Star Bowl' bowling alley there. To be more precise, we checked West Mall, Lot One and Bukit Panjang Plaza before finding the place. My dad said that it was just because a bowling alley isn't a very good investment to make. And then Percia and I started going on about what if bowling were to disappear from the face of the earth. Yes, we're pretty pointless people. So then we saw the 'Star Bowl' signboard gleaming so big and bright in front of that place when we drove by, causing my dad to utter a whole string of profanities and grumble about how much petrol we'd wasted. Typical of him, but then again we were all rather angry with ourselves for not having spotted the place earlier. So then after all that fuss, we finally got into the clubhouse and started looking for the bowling alley.

We went to ask the receptionist where the place was, and then she pointed in front of us where there was a staircase leading upstairs, saying it was on the third floor. My mum asked if there was a lift and she said no, so we had no choice but to climb upstairs. Of course, my parents were feeling rather breathless when they reached the top, but Percia and I had probably gotten used to climbing RGPS's staircases so it was no biggie. The bowling alley wasn't anything to gape at, of course, but it was the first time Percia had ever seen a bowling alley so we all decided to put up with her gasping. Then we had to teach her all about bowling ball sizes and get her oriented with the whole procedures. After getting the bowling shoes from the counter, we were all set. My parents were beginning to get rather childish and they were each saying they could beat each other, while me and Percia just watched and laughed. We did place bets on who'd get a better score, I said my dad and she said my mum.

And so after a lot of cursing over gutter balls and 'YES!'es over strikes and spares, my mum finished with 107, my dad with 93 and I with a meagre 48. (I know I'm terrible, I've only bowled twice before after all) My sis finished with 32- Not bad for a first attempt but still way behind like I am. We decided to do a second game since there was still time, mainly because my parents were so competitive. In the end, my dad got 132 and my mum got 103. I got slightly better, 62 and my sis got 28. Not exactly first-rate scores, but we still had fun, eh? And so after that it was time for lunch, though I don't know how two games could've taken two and a half hours. Perhaps it was all the water breaks and snack breaks in-between, but my family's more of a couch-potato one, hehe.

I don't think you'd enjoy hearing of how we guzzled lunch down, so you'll have to wait'll tomorrow and I might write about my choir performance and stuffies. My fingers hurt anyway, and I'll hit the sack soon. So it's bye for now. BYEE.