It's a lazay Saturday morning and afternoon for me today. I needed to get the tickets for the Search concert tomorrow night at Republic Poly quick, but I couldn't be arsed to get dressed and leave the house. So what I did was to wait till almost night-time before I left my house.
And the night... tonight... is VERY young.
I left my house at 6+pm, took 28 to Muzika Records (Muzzika?Hmmm) at Joo Chiat Complex, only to be told that the $40, 50% off for NSF tickets to the Search concert have all been SOLD OUT. GAH!!! So I blew $100 bucks to get the remaining ticket, and met up with my pal Nawaz to Maghrib and Isyak at the Malay Village surau. May the Kuda Kepang procession going on nearby terbakar dengan ayat-ayat orang bersolat. Afterwards we had dinner at Teh Tarik Corner to fill in the time before I'm to be picked up by Asri at Yio Chu Kang MRT at 2300hrs. Chicken Chop for $5.50 sounds good, no?
2300hrs came, and Asri duly picked me up in his car. We were gonna link up with the rest of the Jin gang at Adam Road foodcourt. The bikers, Nabil, Didi and Sekeps parked their bikes while their pillions, Nazmi and Danial got into the car first. So we had 3x combat Sergeants (Nabil, Asri and me), 1x clerk (Didi), 1x storeman (Sekeps), 1x driver (Nazmi) and even a medic! (Dan) So we're all set and ready to go for our little excursion. But not a single one of us remembered to bring a torchlight!!! How to go for excursion like that?
It was around 0100hrs before we set off. Didi led us to this hidden place down the road from Adam Road foodcourt, a place where I'd been once before with an uncle, and which had rather spooked me out. The place was somewhere inside Sime Road, a place which is known to the informed as Bukit Brown, a place where landed property sprawled all around. But we were looking for private property of a different kind. A really private, private property. One which had only one occupant each.
We entered the gates, to be greeted with a group of Chinese families burning paper in a giant bonfire. It was after all, the Hungry Ghost month. We drove past, and entered deeper, right into the heart of the cemetery. The road was unlit, and the track was narrow, such that we could easily have fallen into the crevice if Asri wasn't careful with his driving. It was really an experience, with dead people littering the ground to the left and right of you, and to know you're probably the only 7 living people in the entire ground. We saw a little lit rundown shack, probably belonging to contract workers (what kinda people live there???) and drove through every possible road and explored every area of that Chinese cemetery. We drove slowly through this particular valley, where Didi said he saw mist flowing down towards him when he visited it previously on his bike, and true enough, the windscreen started misting up once we entered the valley. Didi then pointed out 2 male statues guarding a big gravestone, which he said had turned to face his direction when he last visited the place. Eerie. Plus, we passed by a tiny shack and I saw a Cockatoo in a cage... was someone living there? Unfortunately, (or is it fortunately?) we didn't get to see anything, so after spending about an hour there, we exited, and made our way out...
...to Mount Faber. I had the genius idea of suggesting we visit Mount Faber, although I would really like to visit another scary place. And it was ethereal, the view from one of Singapore's highest vantage points. Mount Faber at 0330hrs was stupendous. We were higher than many HDB flats, as tall as some hotels... and the view from the binoculars (teghopong as Dan says them... 'R' dia rosak!) was exhilarating, it took my breath away. It really reminded me of the view from the peak of .404 in Taiwan... but instead of orange and longan plantations and jungle surrounding me, I was now surrounded by the urban jungle. Beautiful. If I ever have a gf one day, I'm definitely gonna bring her up to enjoy the sights.
After .404 eh I mean, Mount Faber, we headed off to The Cheese Prata Shop, Nabil's idea. Had one telor and one kosong, before we guys parted parted ways and I hopped onto Sekeps' red Honda Wave for a hitch back home at 0430 hrs. I crashed into bed at 0500 hrs.
I told you the night was very young. Wanna join me? =)
And the night... tonight... is VERY young.
I left my house at 6+pm, took 28 to Muzika Records (Muzzika?Hmmm) at Joo Chiat Complex, only to be told that the $40, 50% off for NSF tickets to the Search concert have all been SOLD OUT. GAH!!! So I blew $100 bucks to get the remaining ticket, and met up with my pal Nawaz to Maghrib and Isyak at the Malay Village surau. May the Kuda Kepang procession going on nearby terbakar dengan ayat-ayat orang bersolat. Afterwards we had dinner at Teh Tarik Corner to fill in the time before I'm to be picked up by Asri at Yio Chu Kang MRT at 2300hrs. Chicken Chop for $5.50 sounds good, no?
2300hrs came, and Asri duly picked me up in his car. We were gonna link up with the rest of the Jin gang at Adam Road foodcourt. The bikers, Nabil, Didi and Sekeps parked their bikes while their pillions, Nazmi and Danial got into the car first. So we had 3x combat Sergeants (Nabil, Asri and me), 1x clerk (Didi), 1x storeman (Sekeps), 1x driver (Nazmi) and even a medic! (Dan) So we're all set and ready to go for our little excursion. But not a single one of us remembered to bring a torchlight!!! How to go for excursion like that?
It was around 0100hrs before we set off. Didi led us to this hidden place down the road from Adam Road foodcourt, a place where I'd been once before with an uncle, and which had rather spooked me out. The place was somewhere inside Sime Road, a place which is known to the informed as Bukit Brown, a place where landed property sprawled all around. But we were looking for private property of a different kind. A really private, private property. One which had only one occupant each.
We entered the gates, to be greeted with a group of Chinese families burning paper in a giant bonfire. It was after all, the Hungry Ghost month. We drove past, and entered deeper, right into the heart of the cemetery. The road was unlit, and the track was narrow, such that we could easily have fallen into the crevice if Asri wasn't careful with his driving. It was really an experience, with dead people littering the ground to the left and right of you, and to know you're probably the only 7 living people in the entire ground. We saw a little lit rundown shack, probably belonging to contract workers (what kinda people live there???) and drove through every possible road and explored every area of that Chinese cemetery. We drove slowly through this particular valley, where Didi said he saw mist flowing down towards him when he visited it previously on his bike, and true enough, the windscreen started misting up once we entered the valley. Didi then pointed out 2 male statues guarding a big gravestone, which he said had turned to face his direction when he last visited the place. Eerie. Plus, we passed by a tiny shack and I saw a Cockatoo in a cage... was someone living there? Unfortunately, (or is it fortunately?) we didn't get to see anything, so after spending about an hour there, we exited, and made our way out...
...to Mount Faber. I had the genius idea of suggesting we visit Mount Faber, although I would really like to visit another scary place. And it was ethereal, the view from one of Singapore's highest vantage points. Mount Faber at 0330hrs was stupendous. We were higher than many HDB flats, as tall as some hotels... and the view from the binoculars (teghopong as Dan says them... 'R' dia rosak!) was exhilarating, it took my breath away. It really reminded me of the view from the peak of .404 in Taiwan... but instead of orange and longan plantations and jungle surrounding me, I was now surrounded by the urban jungle. Beautiful. If I ever have a gf one day, I'm definitely gonna bring her up to enjoy the sights.
After .404 eh I mean, Mount Faber, we headed off to The Cheese Prata Shop, Nabil's idea. Had one telor and one kosong, before we guys parted parted ways and I hopped onto Sekeps' red Honda Wave for a hitch back home at 0430 hrs. I crashed into bed at 0500 hrs.
I told you the night was very young. Wanna join me? =)
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