It is of utmost wonder that MY POSTS ARE ALL GONE!!!BLOGGING CAN BE OF SUCH A NUISANCE. Now I would have to regurgitate every single thing I just typed. -.-.Just my rotten luck. You see, as we descended down the hill by taxi, the taxi driver said that there was no more train tickets. Wat the (profanity)!How are we supposed to get home????(and lets come in with a bombastic sentence) I tried to remain level-headed and suppress the gnawing doubts that raced through my now, perplexed mind but my efforts proved futile. Then, the taxi driver took us to the coach central to book a coach. Ohh nooooo.(profanity)I was bound to V.O.M.I.T.I was still sick, remember? Vomiting at that period was an easy task as a natural reaction by my body. The nausea was still lingering inside my weak body. Where did all the white blood cells go???? KKK. Sry, exaggerating alittle tinnie winy bit. Oh, maybe alittle. Suit urself. So, as the agonizing minutes past with no sort of entertainment, we stared at one another, in a bid to pass time. The shops were all closed, the eatery too ,and they claimed it BOM(best of Malaysia. Crap)First, the uncle in charge claimed that he could arrange the bus at 3.00,consequently,he changed it to 3.30.Mum wanted more efficient service, so she decided to “bribe” that uncle with 10rm.However,that uncle declined so she bought numerous mangoes.(Old man have less teeth, so mango easy to chew mah!)In all, she bought 8 or 7 mangoes for rm7.80! Cheap stuff!!! Hey! Where can you find that in Singapore??? The uncle accepted and tried his best to arrange, but to no avail. Hence, we had to resign to fate and decided to go to Bejaya times square to past time since we still had 2 hours more to our 5.30 ride home. We commenced a marathon walk which took us 15 minutes, then when shopping,but the stuff they offered there we not appealing. We then settled down at Mc’donalds and ate fries, ice-cream and bla bla. No one was in the mood to shop, as we were all weary, so we decided to head back to the BOM.We boarded the bus, and was elated to learn that the bus had personal entertainment! Yeah! They offer all kinds of movies and all kinds of music/songs in different languages!That includes “Tonghua”, “Welcome to my life” by simple plan, “Where is the love” by black eye peas and so on. Good enough. At least I would not be bored to death. BTW, the name of the bus is “konsortium” and the agency we book with is “Shan flower holidays pte.ltd.”In case you wanna noe. He he.Evil! The coach ride was not bad and surprisingly, I was not giddy and did not vomit!!!Erm,but one thing.The bus driver was an indian and his driving was sure reckless.He could actually reverse at the highway to turn in to a petrol station!All turned out to be a blessing in disguise toooo as we reached the Malaysia customs earlier than when we took train last time. We reached the Singapore customs at bout 9.45 and reached GoldenMile complex at 10.15p.m.We were sooo lucky as when we hopped off the bus, a taxi indicating Pasir Ris was looming forward.A family behind us flagged it and said that they wanted to go Geylang.(No dirty thoughts…)However, nwe wanted to go Pasir Ris as our home is in Pasir Ris and poof! We were on the taxi in a jiffy,on our trip home. We reached home at 10.45,which we though we would reach home at 12a.m.Or we would reach home at 11.45 if take train. Wow!!! So every cloud does have a sliver lining!!!
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It is of utmost wonder that MY POSTS ARE ALL GONE!!!BLOGGING CAN BE OF SUCH A NUISANCE. Now I would have to regurgitate every single thing I just typed. -.-.Just my rotten luck. You see, as we descended down the hill by taxi, the taxi driver said that there was no more train tickets. Wat the (profanity)!How are we supposed to get home????(and lets come in with a bombastic sentence) I tried to remain level-headed and suppress the gnawing doubts that raced through my now, perplexed mind but my efforts proved futile. Then, the taxi driver took us to the coach central to book a coach. Ohh nooooo.(profanity)I was bound to V.O.M.I.T.I was still sick, remember? Vomiting at that period was an easy task as a natural reaction by my body. The nausea was still lingering inside my weak body. Where did all the white blood cells go???? KKK. Sry, exaggerating alittle tinnie winy bit. Oh, maybe alittle. Suit urself. So, as the agonizing minutes past with no sort of entertainment, we stared at one another, in a bid to pass time. The shops were all closed, the eatery too ,and they claimed it BOM(best of Malaysia. Crap)First, the uncle in charge claimed that he could arrange the bus at 3.00,consequently,he changed it to 3.30.Mum wanted more efficient service, so she decided to “bribe” that uncle with 10rm.However,that uncle declined so she bought numerous mangoes.(Old man have less teeth, so mango easy to chew mah!)In all, she bought 8 or 7 mangoes for rm7.80! Cheap stuff!!! Hey! Where can you find that in Singapore??? The uncle accepted and tried his best to arrange, but to no avail. Hence, we had to resign to fate and decided to go to Bejaya times square to past time since we still had 2 hours more to our 5.30 ride home. We commenced a marathon walk which took us 15 minutes, then when shopping,but the stuff they offered there we not appealing. We then settled down at Mc’donalds and ate fries, ice-cream and bla bla. No one was in the mood to shop, as we were all weary, so we decided to head back to the BOM.We boarded the bus, and was elated to learn that the bus had personal entertainment! Yeah! They offer all kinds of movies and all kinds of music/songs in different languages!That includes “Tonghua”, “Welcome to my life” by simple plan, “Where is the love” by black eye peas and so on. Good enough. At least I would not be bored to death. BTW, the name of the bus is “konsortium” and the agency we book with is “Shan flower holidays pte.ltd.”In case you wanna noe. He he.Evil! The coach ride was not bad and surprisingly, I was not giddy and did not vomit!!!Erm,but one thing.The bus driver was an indian and his driving was sure reckless.He could actually reverse at the highway to turn in to a petrol station!All turned out to be a blessing in disguise toooo as we reached the Malaysia customs earlier than when we took train last time. We reached the Singapore customs at bout 9.45 and reached GoldenMile complex at 10.15p.m.We were sooo lucky as when we hopped off the bus, a taxi indicating Pasir Ris was looming forward.A family behind us flagged it and said that they wanted to go Geylang.(No dirty thoughts…)However, nwe wanted to go Pasir Ris as our home is in Pasir Ris and poof! We were on the taxi in a jiffy,on our trip home. We reached home at 10.45,which we though we would reach home at 12a.m.Or we would reach home at 11.45 if take train. Wow!!! So every cloud does have a sliver lining!!!
