Hmmm, let me designate this entry to him, my dear friend. My cat-stare limelight is now focused on *drum roll* AZHAR!!!
My weekend. @Ubin. Yes, ubin......
Darling Xavier and his kampong-boy-wannabe weekend.
Our breakfast venue. There's a pool table in there. Huge sea creatures.
It Must Have Been Love
Ok, actually I didn't wanted to blog anything. But something got my attention and I couldn't resist laughing out (really) loud and sharing to whoever reads this.
Yes. I do believe that those who read my blog has passed the obstacles of completing the then task --- "O" Level. I completed that in 2004.
"Scenery without solace is meaningless."
I got a bump, or rather a blue-black with a bump at my lower back. OUCH! I actually bumped into a table's edge at MY house. The place that I have been staying for more than a decade. ARGH! I'm so not familiar with my home.
Personally, I believe that Singaporeans are a pretty considerate and gracious lot. Be it on the bus or in the train, whenever someone needs a seat, meaning the pregnants, parents with troddlers, elderly, handicapped and people with heavy carriers, I would dare say that a general of 85% to 90% chance of them getting seats. The commutters offer their seats to these people. Be it human instinct or even if we are "educated" by the government to do so, we do offer what we can to them on public transports. However, witnessing an incident on the train yesterday makes me wonder.