Time : 4 to 5-ish

Venue : Benjamin Sheares Bridge

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Time Arrived @ City Hall : 3 PM

Lunch ends at : 3.50 PM

Head to Raffles Place : 4.30 PM

Prayers at Maulana Mosque

Sit back for tea : 5.00 pm - 5.20 pm

Begin to head towards Venue just 5 minutes walk away..

And here we are ..



Eh...no sign of Ian. Nor was there of any photographers.

*Fingers busy messaging Ian*

Me : "Err..excuse me Mr Army officer.. isn't this Benjamin Sheares Bridge?"

Officer : "Oh no this is the Cavanagh Bridge...Benjamin is the other one...very far..u got to walk the other way up till Suntec."

Me : Throw a fatal look at my other half and splat! A slap on his back. He was so confident that was the Benjamin bridge. Confident rabak! I was so sure it wasn't in the beginning but he insisted so me giving way to the male ego I kept the mouth shut.

The whole incident was so funny I couldn't stay mad at him. How silly. Sempat minum teh lagi plak tu. Confident punya pasal.

No choice but to take the River taxi across. Fastest way available.

Guess what time we reach Ian's spot? About 7 pm. Hmmpffft.

Fireworks display thru my Nokia 6670 :

Sorry for the blurred shots. But fret not..I am now a proud owner of the Nikon D50.


Behold!! Here comes the mamarazzi!

The beau is waiting for boarding on his way to Surabaya as I speak now.
And I miss him loads already. Boo Hoo.

Which will it be..

A fixed income stable job which is your strength and major

or

a full swing on your passion at own pace and time?

Not literally you. Explain I will.

Last Saturday was an eventful day with a lot of unwanted and unexpected jam. Not peanut butter or kaya. Just jam. But at least the weather was very nice. First jam was human jam. At Sg immigration point, we thought 'hey this is good.. no crowds. The weather must be so nice that people decide to stay in bed.' All that was about to change. The queue at the other side of the causeway, worst than any other trips we've made. Reminded me of Ramadhan. I'm so immuned to how slow their system is that I find myself no longer grumbling over it anymore for a very long time. I usually put the seconds to good use and amuse myself silly. It was all over in 95 minutes. Me and my other half officially became Stinky and Sweaty respectively.

Second jam. I can't recall when the last time I ever took the KTM. Perhaps when I was too young to remember. Then again perhaps never. With the first jam in mind, I suggested we took the train back to homeland. Excited and more like jakon we were. So jakon we took so many pics. With my miserable handphone. Thanks to my Nikon flat battery. True enough there wasn't any crowd and it was smooth sailing. Hmmm. Anything that's too smooth will have something up later. I wanted to be wrong. But again, I was right. The excitement turned into gloomy faces. The KTM stopped in the middle of where-ever-in-kranji jungle. Surrounded by greeneries. And some men were bringing in huge bottle of water to and fro for minutes that felt like hours. Refer to 'Unedited' page. They had one miserable bottle on the train? Has nobody learned anything from Titanic?

Last jam. Took a bus to Raffles place to the mosque before we head to Baybeats @ Esplanade. Puzzled at the long trail of buses with no sign of people. Halted by policemen at the traffic outside Fullerton on the bridge that leads to the Durian. Great! Of all the days they can have rehearsal it has to be that day. We were trapped like rats! Everyone groaned. And we were told that the road blocks and even pedestrian blocks will be cleared at 8.45 pm. Looking across, there was a massive crowd over at Baybeats side. For a minute there I was glad that we were stuck. And so we waited and waited. When we almost gave up and walked away deciding to take the longer route, fireworks startled us. Krrraaapppppaaaaakkeeeekkabbooooom! While almost everyone has it planned to witness it, we were the lucky ones who came unplanned with a surprise in return. It was spectacular in the standard of fireworks here. I was excited like a 5 yr old I didn't bother to snap any pictures. It felt movie-like romantic.

Despite all the jams, the fireworks was a nice wrap up for the day that made all the unpleasantness to go away.

Realised I didn't bring my hp while in the bus.

STOOOOOOOOOOOPID!! *Bangs head*

It's still resting beside my head pillow. Oh well, I shall give it a rest for today.

We go through daily lives making both small and big decisions.

And here I am stuck with one major one.... hmmmm.....

Ok lah maybe not so major but hey it can make changes in one's life. For instance, I can join the first few hundred to own the E720C. Heh.

Contemplating to trade in my this ;

For this ;

To trade or not to trade? That is the question of the century.

I don't know which one I want to rant about. All of it gives me as much irritation as it is. I can't decide if it is about me going off work early last Friday because the fever was going up and yet the infamous IT manager was such a prick in demanding that I get a replacement before I leave. She can't blardy handle things on her own just for the next 3 hours? How pathetic!!! I was so much in pain that I was in tears. That is even more pathetic if you ask me. I've never realised how heartless she can be till that day. I still left anyway.

And the other annoying encounter was a sales-who-need-to-be-sacked-woman at Fontanna CS. I was snapping a pic of my gf which has her face as the major obejct in the shoot than anything else in the background. Then here comes the mentioned idiot above calling me 'oi..oi' while nudging my elbow with her fingers. 'Cannot take picture of the accessories.' I replied with a frown on my face 'who want to take picture of the accessories? I was snapping my fren.' I turned around but that didn't stop her. She continued calling me oi oi and so on. How incorrigibly rude! Even a 5 yr- old have better manners! Of course I just ignored her, shoved my elbows and gave her a fatal smirk. Oh and I used my sickness as weapon. Simply gave a disgustingly-chendol sounding cough and she was out of my back in split second. Kwa kwa kwa kwa.

The only thing that wasn't annoying but sweet was meeting up my gerlfren Amal despite still feeling feverish. Else will never know when we'll meet again before she flies off to God-knows-where.

Oh and the cough has not abandon me yet.

I FEEL like crap. I LOOK like crap. I SOUND like crap. Even crap is way better than me.

Have not stop coughing since Monday. It's only getting worse. I am officially a ladyboy. Verbally that is. Don't panic. Call me to hear for yourself. Not being able to sleep because of this cough is so exhausting. Every inch of the body aches when the coughing starts. It has been ages since I have this. I almost forgot how excruciating it can be. And the worst part is I can't take MC because my replacement is away for reservist. Yeah that's how leceh it is to be an outsource. I can just go ahead and not care what this firm can do to my management. But I will end up with more crap while sleeping at home.

Cut me some slack. It's already Friday...go away cough!! I don't need you!

Chendol anyone ? Khaaaaaar puik.

Why is it that almost everywhere I go I will be labelled 'Anak Abu'? May it be at work, seminars, courses, workshops etc. I'm in my freakin twenties for crying out loud. I am old enough to give birth to an Abu myself! Ok that thought is horrifying right now. *Shakes it off*. Not that I don't enjoy the fact that I am being seen as the ones belonging to the younger crowds but being labelled by people not more than 5 years my senior can be a major rash on the ass after too many times at too many situations. Ok lah call me sensitive or whatever. Yeah wait till the numbers add to more than I care to admit calling me 'Kakak', then I'll be wishing to be called 'Anak Abu' any time of the day. Heh.

Don't you think so Whacko? Should I whack 'em?


Yeah I agree with you..Peace!