:: golden shoe ::

.wat a way to celebrate the nation's 42nd. my plan for the day was to watch the parade on tv. but it turned out otherwise.

.FIL wanted to bring us out for dinner. knowing me, i dont like to pass on free food (i'm being honest here ok). so out we went. no talk of going to the parade or anywhere near there.

.when they came to pick us up, jup asked abt whether they wanted to go padang to watch fireworks (jup's big mouth). they agreed. me & paris was like '..oh no.........'

.we seated ourselves @ the grass patch near the ntuc building. my god! it was so irritatingly crowded. i enjoyed my donuts more than anything else. nevertheless, we waited till the fireworks commence.

.dat was no biggie. the issue here was after the whole ordeal @ golden shoe carpark. we parked on the 5th floor of the building and we were stuck on the same level for an hour. the main road is congestion-free. so wat the hell's the problem?

.u know wat? it was some inconsiderate drivers driving on the 'in' lane instead of queing up like the rest of the considerate drivers there. to make matters worse, there are more cars from behind us who's trying to cut the queue. paris went investigating to the first level and reported that the security guards were furious and were shouting at those inconsiderate drivers trying to cut queue near the exit barrier. there are some kind souls who did give way to those eejits and hence, making us goody drivers running outta patience.

.eventually, we did managed to move until the 3rd floor and we saw one of the guards walking up the carpark and trying to stop some cars from cutting queues further. he stopped a lady driver and started arguing wit her. she was obviously in the wrong and she's still adamant on her position. jup got involved in the argument. the poor guard need some backing up. lucky i wasnt involve. i was pissed off as well. in the end, the guard let her go. you know y? she said her daughter's sick. fucking excuse!!! i wonder wat the fuck she's doing there if she knows her daughter's sick. i hv my little daughter (who has been thru hell @ the fireworks) wit me as well and i dont rake dat kinda excuse. sheesh! the nerve of some!

.because its already too late, we forgo dinner. lucky we have murtabak @ home. hehehehe..