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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Just last Saturday I went to Marina Barrage with a fraction of my class. Its a pretty cool place, in the literal and the "slang" sense.

Well, as freakin' usual (like what? the 3rd or 4th outing and its the same), we were supposed to meet at 4pm, but I reached there at 4:15pm, and less than half the people were there. The last person came at around 4:45pm. The number of people who came was rather disappointing, because only 7 of us (including me) came. Excluding the six foreigners from our class, that's 7 out of 18 people. However, the plans for it only came about last Thursday at 11:30pm, so many people had their own things going on. Anyway, small groups are good in a way because people don't get divided into their own cliques.

So, after meeting up, we walked to some random bus station that's just planted on the sidewalk somewhere. The wait was pretty darn long, and there was some confusion on whether the bus even leads to Marina Barrage. Anyway, the bus finally came, and we were lucky to get on board because the number of people waiting before us was pretty large.

After a while, we reached there. Walked in, followed the crowd, and we walked to the rooftop to find a spot to sit. We were having a picnic, and there was no mat. Lol. Anyway we just sat somewhere, then we kinda sat around and did nothing much for a while. There were a lot of kites in the sky, so we just sat there silently looking at the kites. After a bit of eating sandwiches (which tasted really good), bananas, grapes, McDonald's nuggets, and getting hit in the face by an uncontrollable kite (fortunately it doesn't hurt since its lightweight material), we decided to buy a kite.

So the kite came, we assembled it, and off it went! The kite never seemed to go above a certain height, and I'm pretty sure its just us. There were a few other identical kites that went pretty high up, though nowhere near the highest of the kites. The string snapped while we were flying it, but thankfully the kite landed somewhere retrievable. I somehow ended up reeling the string back, and geez, that is seriously one long string. I bet it isn't even the longest string around.

Anyway there were many interesting kites around. There were fishes, bats, octopuses, squids, Mickey Mouse, Hello Kitty, snakes (really long), kites with blinking lights, and possibly a lot more that I can't remember. So the kite flying went on for an hour or so. The sunset was also visible from where we were, and there was this one time where the sun was behind the clouds, and it created a really nice effect.

Night soon came, and we all just sat down and started talking. There was this group of church teenagers, and they were being really active and making lots of noise and singing songs, so people like Kannan have to start joining in by mimicking them or making stupid noises. Then the girls would just start attacking him.

Sooooo, we sat and talked for a really long time, until 9:30pm. Kannan was the main conversation starter, asking a lot of questions here and there. Me being me, I just lay on the ground and listened. It was also pretty darn cold there, with a non-stop breeze of cold air. I really felt like just sleeping there overnight. The grass was amazingly comfortable and it had no insects infesting it. They must have did something to the grass since its insect-free. All grass living on this planet should be like that. Lol. Begone, six-legged freaks!

We talked about how the quiet people are all secretly people who are sort of badass, how we have gangs and stuff. We talked about Harsha's journey to India which was seemingly pointless even though she went to many parts of India. Then there's Brenda who isn't exactly the good girl you think she is. Then the inevitable Mr Foo pops up in the conversation, and I was kind of surprised to hear that the PAE people actually saw him as a really good and kind teacher that one would want to have, and that the classes before us actually really liked him a lot. Hmm, I wonder what changed to cause the crap that he gives to us. Sigh. Then there's the prom, in which I have no idea what's going on.

Eventually, all good things come to an end, so we had to leave. Went back to the bus stop and took a bus to somewhere near the MRT station. I had to part with everyone a bit earlier since I had to stop at Dhoby Ghaut to take a bus home, since the usual bus service at Buona Vista doesn't operate during the later hours of the night. I was wondering if I should stick around longer and stop at Clementi instead, but ah, what the heck.

So there, that's the story of my day. What's yours?

posted @ 12:38 am
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