:: Ghastly ::

Today, me, Makchick D and Fathima are supposed to cover an event for the Indian Cultural Society which starts at 6pm. However, unluckily, my Makchick D can't make it cause she's down w fever. So my eventful journey starts w meeting d pagel Makchick Farvin. Needless to say, she's late. I've waited for her at Redhill mrt for 30mins den she told me to wait at the Phoenix Blk A. At that moment I don't know to get piss or sorry for her. Pissed because she was late and sorry because she's from the hospital visiting her mum. But I managed to be understandable of the situation..haha.

So, I've waited for her at Blk A canteen. The security guard being concern asked me to wait for my fren to go w me to d room. Clueless, I've just waited there alone. It was an eerie experience. Out of a sudden, I felt goosebumps all over. It was 4pm but the
silence, the "crick cracking" sound, it just makes the scene more horrible. I did hear a knocking sound from inside Blk A, but knowing there's no one around beside me, it must be something else..and that I don't want to think about.

That Pagel Makchick Fathima came another 20 mins, and we're soo unlucky to find out that the door has automatically locked. We went down the slope to tell d security guard but halfway we meet one of dem. After dat we quickly take the equipments and continue on. I heave d heavy tripod down d slope w Fathima hanging on to d end..keke.

We hail a cab to Somerset mrt. Carefully heaving the tripod, in order not to poke or smack someone on their faces. I was actually retained by d security at Somerset. He ask me what's inside d bag. If only I could really say, it was a bazooka and I was about to bombed S'pore..haha..but I just say its a tripod. He didn't really believe me so I hafta open d bag. He was so relieved to see d tripod. Wad only.. as if like I'm Osama's daughter. Blergh.. haha..

Alight at Woodlands mrt and take 169. Tanx to Mkchick Farhana for d navigation. It was a long shitty ride cause the bus really smells like shit. Saw RP campus, and it was huge and still not done yet. Nvm..I'll still come to visit. It take us about 20mins to go to Sembawang CC. I really wonder why they held the event so far. I tink the rent must be cheap. When we arrived, we are greet by the smell of indian incense. Luckily, the producer of the event aknowledged our existence and they even put up a stand for us to shoot the event. However, the only downturn is, the lightings. Mostly the faces that we shoot can't be seen clearly. Haiz..

It's really not bad for our ICS cause its their first ever production and they're even sponsored by Komalas. How cool is that? The crowds were unbelievable, till dere's no seating places. The event was full of energetic dances, singing and drama.I've enjoyed the dances but still I tink they should improve on the lightings.

The event was 3 hours solid. By that time, me and Farvin was hungry and thirsty cause we didn't take our our lunches. We can only take d complimentary drinks afterwards. We packed our equipments at 9.30pm and someone is so sweet to come by and pick me up..haha. Then, said good bye to Farvin as she's rushin back to hospital and take a cab.

I've had my dinner of 1/2 spring chicken rice. The chicken was nice, plus it had coleslaw too. I was happy after the meal and tired too. Slept my way through d bus journey. Tanx to someone for heaving dat tripod, up and down staircases and sending me home. You're my superman..hehe.