Something extraordinary happened today.
I boarded bus No. 15 to Comfort Driving Centre for my bike practical, and with the seats being full I stood, armed with yesterday's copy of The New Paper. Well that's all fine and dandy. Until we passed by Masjid Alkaff Kampung Melayu. And suddenly THE BUS JAM-BRAKED AT SPEED WITHOUT WARNING AND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT PAST THE RED TRAFFIC LIGHT! All the standing passengers were practically thrown to the floor, amidst cries and gasps of shock. Me too, unsuspecting, engrossed in a world of music thru my earphones and having only one hand nominally touching the seat handle, found myself thrown to the floor tangled with the passenger beside me. I knocked my shin against the platform, and still dazed, I found myself being helped up by a young teen lady who grabbed me, held my arms and helped me up. I said my thanks and gave her a smile, and turned my attention to the driver, who was now frantically apologising to the entire bus and asking if everybody's alright. That was a freaky experience. I was surprised the passengers seemed to be quite forgiving, knowing Singaporeans.
After which I had my first my bike prac... in a very, very long time. And it kinda showed on the circuit =(
I was abit disoriented when I went to prac, probably because I slept at 3+am yest and had to wake up at 8+am for lesson at 1020am. However, when I went to register, I discovered that my lesson actually was for 1225pm, and I had looked at the wrong date on the receipt. Slengfeng me! Instead of looking at the column for 060708, I looked at 070608, on which date I had registered a lesson at the aforementioned 1020am. Belo seh. I had to beg the instructor to allow me to attend the earlier session because I had to attend Kak Syai's majlis cukur rambut for her daughter Insyirah later on, to which thankfully he agreed.
To which I proceeded to take Tag No. 7 and bike No. 17.
And my bike handling sucketh. Having not handled a bike for 2 months, I was nervously fingering the controls. Lucky my muscle memory came to the rescue and I managed to get myself around safely.
Soon after I hopped on bus No. 87 and headed for Sengkang and Compassvale, to Kak Syai's house. Insyirah is sooo cute! The only time I've had the chance to hold her and kiss her was on the day she was born, and that was far too early a time to see her real features. And alahh alahh she's so... delicate. And tender. And and... fragile. Maklumlah, baby girl. Even at that age, I could feel a real difference between handling 'Aqil and Insyirah. 'Aqil has a more 'solid' feel, more urm 'mampat', his legs and neck are relatively strong, and with the necessary due care to be taken when handling a baby, I practically just grab him. Like yesterday, after coming home, when I saw El Cutiepie 'tido tonggeng', I just had to smacketh his Pampers-ed baby bottom, which err caused him to wake up. Heh. But with Insyirah... awww she's so delicate and soft I was all tensed up when I carried her, afraid that after having 3 nephews, I might be a little rough for a baby girl. A real lady indeed.
I wanna watch Hancock!!! =)
Plus, who's on to go the Search concert with me? I'm looking for kakis. The more the better! =)
I boarded bus No. 15 to Comfort Driving Centre for my bike practical, and with the seats being full I stood, armed with yesterday's copy of The New Paper. Well that's all fine and dandy. Until we passed by Masjid Alkaff Kampung Melayu. And suddenly THE BUS JAM-BRAKED AT SPEED WITHOUT WARNING AND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT PAST THE RED TRAFFIC LIGHT! All the standing passengers were practically thrown to the floor, amidst cries and gasps of shock. Me too, unsuspecting, engrossed in a world of music thru my earphones and having only one hand nominally touching the seat handle, found myself thrown to the floor tangled with the passenger beside me. I knocked my shin against the platform, and still dazed, I found myself being helped up by a young teen lady who grabbed me, held my arms and helped me up. I said my thanks and gave her a smile, and turned my attention to the driver, who was now frantically apologising to the entire bus and asking if everybody's alright. That was a freaky experience. I was surprised the passengers seemed to be quite forgiving, knowing Singaporeans.
After which I had my first my bike prac... in a very, very long time. And it kinda showed on the circuit =(
I was abit disoriented when I went to prac, probably because I slept at 3+am yest and had to wake up at 8+am for lesson at 1020am. However, when I went to register, I discovered that my lesson actually was for 1225pm, and I had looked at the wrong date on the receipt. Slengfeng me! Instead of looking at the column for 060708, I looked at 070608, on which date I had registered a lesson at the aforementioned 1020am. Belo seh. I had to beg the instructor to allow me to attend the earlier session because I had to attend Kak Syai's majlis cukur rambut for her daughter Insyirah later on, to which thankfully he agreed.
To which I proceeded to take Tag No. 7 and bike No. 17.
And my bike handling sucketh. Having not handled a bike for 2 months, I was nervously fingering the controls. Lucky my muscle memory came to the rescue and I managed to get myself around safely.
Soon after I hopped on bus No. 87 and headed for Sengkang and Compassvale, to Kak Syai's house. Insyirah is sooo cute! The only time I've had the chance to hold her and kiss her was on the day she was born, and that was far too early a time to see her real features. And alahh alahh she's so... delicate. And tender. And and... fragile. Maklumlah, baby girl. Even at that age, I could feel a real difference between handling 'Aqil and Insyirah. 'Aqil has a more 'solid' feel, more urm 'mampat', his legs and neck are relatively strong, and with the necessary due care to be taken when handling a baby, I practically just grab him. Like yesterday, after coming home, when I saw El Cutiepie 'tido tonggeng', I just had to smacketh his Pampers-ed baby bottom, which err caused him to wake up. Heh. But with Insyirah... awww she's so delicate and soft I was all tensed up when I carried her, afraid that after having 3 nephews, I might be a little rough for a baby girl. A real lady indeed.
I wanna watch Hancock!!! =)
Plus, who's on to go the Search concert with me? I'm looking for kakis. The more the better! =)
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