Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Singapore Flyer

One month ago, I was ecastatic about getting the free tickets for the Singapore Flyer from the workplace.


There is only one free ticket (which allows free entry for 4 pax) per day and considering that there are around 2000 staff in my workplace, the ticket is pretty damn hard to get.


I was bored after the initial 10 minutes inside the Flyer.


There were really nothing much to see, the casino resort is still under the construction and the Formula One tracks are real boring as there isn't a F1 race going on.


If I have paid for the tickets I would have been damn sad for the experience is definitely not worth the almost $30 entry fees.


The crab that we had for dinner at the restaurant below the Singapore Flyer was quite nice though despite the exorbitant price and the high amount of MSG they must have added (I was real thirsty while we were on the Flyer)


P.S. If any of my colleagues happen to read this, don't, I repeat -Don't- get the Singapore Flyer ticket. Any of the free tickets (yes, even the Science Centre ticket) would have been more fun.


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Before I left the house for the Singapore Flyer, I was talking to Ajipu about her msn comment that Guys like to give out girls' numbers to other guys but somehow or other the conversation lead to the movie Phobia 2.


She send me a link to the trailer of the movie and damn, the trailer was scary enough that I don't think I would be watching it.


The worse part was the story about the haunted 2nd hand car.


I am driving a 2nd hand car and I am now unable to drive alone after dark.


I think Ajipu is really really evil...


To the guy who gave Ajipu's number to another guy, God Bless you... Think you need it. God Bless the other guy too...


P.S. As usual, the entry contains a lot of crap from me and anyone who might take offense from it should treat this post as nonsensical ramblings. Also, I am now unable to post about anything funny for I seemed to have misplaced my sense of humor. Please bear with me while I try to find it back.