Monday, September 08, 2008
If you think I'm one of those rootless, not to forget unfilial bastards that treats his family with about as much care, love and concern as one would treat a piece of cheese and spits contemptuously in the face of those goody-two-shoes whenever they try to brainwash me with their family love bullshite, you're probably not far from the mark.Ironically, despite my apparent lack of anything resembling love for my family, I spent a precious Saturday with my Mum, Sister and her boyfriend.
Don't gape. It makes you look dumber than you already are. If that's altogether possible at all. *Throws a disarmingly winsome smile and scatters your mounting anger and indignation.
The day to ride the Singapore Flyer began like most of the other days in this straggling quarter of the year.
Wet.
Albeit I was filled with more encouragement to seek out the warm embrace of my soft bed than to actually head out into the sodden cold, I grudgingly made my way out.
In part, I'll have to admit, was to rid myself of my mum incessant nagging, no matter how little I'll relieved myself of, but still in part to fulfill a promise made by a silly son to his sillier mother.
Having bought the tickets weeks before from a neighboring Comunity Centre, we wade without an inkling of a clue amongst looming forest of HDB flats in the pouring rain. More of sheer luck than following directions of a multitude of strangers, we finally stumbled upon the throng awaiting under a void deck just in time to board the bus.
A short nap and an abrupt halt later, I was rudely awaken to find myself at the Singapore Flyer. Again. But what the heck. Its the company that matters, isn't it?.
With a overly generous half of a whole hour thrust into our laps before the our Singapore Flyer ride actually takes flight, our group fragmented back to its make up of families. Which kinda left me in the company of my mum to mill about the premises, taking many a touristic go at my camera here and there.
She has aged very graciously if you ask me.
I look frazzled!
Abit too patriotic le ba? Orchids and Singapore flag.
Time gave us the slip whilst we were taking turns posing for shorts that'll even make tourists roll over in laughter, all the time oblivious to the fact despite the approaching of the stated hour, my sister and her boyfriend was nowhere in sight.
Just when that particular oversight finally dawned on us at the instant hollering for assembly pierce the disharmonious murmurings of the crowd and anxiety hit us in fully in the face that, as though on cue, my sister and her boyfriend appeared around the bend, slightly flustered and very drenched.
Akin to a flock sheep, we were hustled into the glass doors that begins our journey around the Singapore Flyer. Literally.
Scores of people! Better not fart or casualties will skyrocket!
Impressive artsy shite!
Buffeted by intermitten wind accompanied with blobs of good old fat rain, we dashed into the dry confines of the cabin and await the the 35 minute accend and subsequent decent of the ride that has become a must-try for every country loving Singaporean.
Here comes the ride and there goes nothing!
Don't worry. They've got you. 'Cept I've loosen a few strings here and there...
Inside the cylinder of a slow moving washing machine =)
Rising clear of the 2nd story of the complex which surmounts as well as supports the wheel, the sight that greeted us exceeded even my greatest disappointment.
View? What view?
Another obscured look at the Esplanade area.
Everwhere we turned we were greeted by Singapore's architectural beauty enshrouded by a curtain of gray bleakness, siphoning the colours and splendor out of the otherwise picturesque sight, rendering what we saw rude embalms of their true self.
The higher we soared, the bigger the chunks of excitement disappointment bitten off us. Taking a ride in the day has already bereft us of our skyline's true beauty, which even a country bumpkin like you would know (You look cute when you're pissed. I'm so gonna get away with my insult!), which is only revealed at night.
And kicking our misery up an extra notch was that not only that did we were not able to see even the daylight watered down version of the city's grandeur, we were not able to see much shite at all!
Hung up so high with escape but nigh, we did what every other passenger did. We had fun with our cameras!
Caught sneaking a bite.
Me and my mum. Looks more like we're siblings right?
All 'cept me.
A loving couple.
Not photoshopped one okay! My mum was a beauty. Was is the word. Now she's just plain old mum.
Rain or shine, this partying kids don't give a shite. One for the little guys!
As though going around on the Singapore Flyer did turned the weather around as well, the rain that stalked whenever shelter eludes our sight since that very morning so far suddenly let up, thwarting the heaven's plan of turning our little dot of a country into the next Atlantis.
Go.
Going.
Gone!
With the tightening of God's leaky faucet, the beauty that has lurked in the background was unleashed, struck the crowd in full force sending those armed with flashing and whizzing image grabbing gizmo into a frantic but short lived snapping frenzy.
Someone call the NEA!
An accidentally picture with much of the Singapore skyline in the backgrounds and the models for future Marina development in the foreground. All in all it was an artistic mistake!
Exiting the stuffy cabin and into the sullen mist which remained of the downpour did little to mire the cheery mood of my Mum as she made her way happily across to the exit. Like a little girl with a birthday wish which did came true, a smile lit her face for the rest of the day.
Come right in and buy stuff you don't want for prices you won't wanna pay!
Pole dancing?
Where's my mum?!
All that was left of the outing was dinner which was included in the package and came in the form of small food coupons. Perhaps we embraced our Singapore culture a bit too vehemently, or maybe whipped into haste by the cold and hunger, we tore free of the coagulating crowd clogging the passageway out and sped towards the 2nd Popeye in the entire miserable country!
Don't ask where's your spinach. Its not funny. Really.
My appetizer.
They say that hunger is the best sauce, I'd add that its best when served cold on piping hot meals. The meal vanished quickly between each huge chomp of the chicken, gobbles of its signature mash potato and swallow of their soft warm bread.
Mmm mmm!
BLEAH YOU BACK!
You call that making a face?! Pft!
Feeling apparent bliss which most thought was from the satisfaction evoked by our sumptious dinner which was actually the result of the bodies' blood rushing to digest a heavy meal leaving the brain with little blood and even lesser oxygen.
Sorry for popping your bubbles so blatantly.
With a vacant minded smile of contentment hung on faces, we sat dreamily at the assembly point awaiting for the bus to pick us up and send us home after a charming day with my family.
But not before they spent $10 just to take a photo on these Harley babies.
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 5:54:00 PM