First Day of GESSVBall Chalet
[Saturday, 30 December, 2006]
Right after work at Kovan, I searched through my map for bus 72 after being “fooled” by the cake shop assistants that I could board it just outside the MRT station. It was a long way down to Tampiness Road and finally after a big mosque, I found the exact bus-stop. I found the route so familiar until I realised I had driven through them before but this bus 72 was travelling slower than my 3-tonner (maximum speed of 50km/h); even the semen carrier (maximum speed of 40km/h) had overtaken the bus easily at the clear and straight road.
After the long journey to the Tampiness interchange, I bought some food at the crowded food court and went off to wait for bus 29 at the interchange. The bus journey was as long as half an hour and eventually I followed through my map again and alighted at the first bus-stop at Netheravon Road. I called Bianhong and he told me all of them were at Pasir Ris.
Waiting at the first stop at Netheravon Road alone where the red ant crawled onto my hand and dropped into my dinner.
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A sudden dejection filled my entire body. The sweat that I lost throughout the rushing journey proved me silly. I wondered why none of them would at least send me an SMS before they left the place for it was basic courtesy that I had spoken over phone to Bianhong and Junrong that I was on the way there already. I felt so left out and I knew my inexistence would definitely not matter much to anyone of them.
Alone, I sat on the bus-stop’s bench and took out my dinner but realising it could never fill my famished mind. Numerous bus 29 passed by to mock at me, together with passers-by who looked so amazed that I was all alone in the darkness. At least, the ants kept me occupied. Minutes passed by with strangers asking me for directions and finally I decided I should use the time wisely to walk around instead of feeding the mosquitoes and finally I got to the chalet and waited outside.
One plus hour upon my arrival, the junior guys were back in their bicycles. There was nothing much I could do when I realised the guys knew nothing about my earlier call to inform them I was on the way already.
I was resting upstairs when Bianhong came in to give me a fright. I went down with him later and started to tease Pamela who was the last in the convoy on their returning trip. It was boring at first until they decided to go out for supper. Since they did not get an extra bicycle for me, Junrong had to become Pamela’s chauffer.
We went to Changi Village’s hawker centre and since I had my dinner very late, I did not order anything. I wanted to volunteer to look after the bicycles at outside so that the rest of them could just enjoy their supper peacefully but Bianhong dragged me inside. So, Bianhong and I were sitting nearest to the bicycle and later had a little crap with the drinks stall auntie.
Bianhong looking at Fenghui and Pamela.
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After that, we started cycling through the Changi Beach Park and then along the Changi Coast Road where Shujian caused Khong Wee’s fall.
Labels: chalet, cycle, dinner, photo, picture
... Skai (Kailun) dreams @ 9:39 PM
