An announcement, barely audible, was made when we were having dinner at swensens. The Father then asked if it was anything important. So I answered (complete with hands cupping the mouth all) "yah they said 'cabin crew prepare for take-off' " Needless to say, it was lame. But really, with all the commotion, they should have well dropped the idea of making announcements. Babies were bawling and adults were talking like they were miles apart. I, on my part, was laughing like a hyena. I have no idea why.

Before we ended up at changi airport for dinner, we were at changi beach looking at people fishing and the array of tents. It was almost like bazaar geylang, except that there's no one selling mouthwatering delicacies. My family and I (my dad included!!!) were all in awe as we watched air planes take off to their respective destinations. We talked about how we found the massiveness of the planes fascinating and how come we've never realised that they're huge. All that crap when we've been on them almost all our lives, especially my dad. So we decided to conclude that it's really because we have always been on them and seldom at places to have a good view of them. Jakuns we were. We looked up into the majestic violet evening sky whenever a plane zoomed by.

To be rooted firmly to the ground as we all watched with much intensity and interest, was truly a humbling moment for me.

And before we were viewing air planes by the beach, my dad had to stop at changi village so I could answer nature's call. I briskly walked to the loo and almost died when I saw a guy sitting behind a counter outside the loo. We had to pay for admission but I had no cash with me. I frowned and told him that I really had to go and I got in. But I was mumbling and grumbling, even as I pee-ed.

"This is crazy. I have to pay to use a toilet which is not even clean. So lecak. The flush is not even working and the toilet bowls are breeding grounds for mosquitoes!" This went on even until I stepped out from that place and got back into the car. And my dad asked "But did you go?" I said yes and I eventually shut the hell up. I don't mean to be so anal and act all high class. But really, you expect me to pay 10 cents just so I can utilise a ridiculously dirty washroom?? I won't mind paying a dollar even, if every cubicle in public washrooms had water hoses in them and an air-freshener which automatically sprays every few minutes.

So now you know how crazy I am about ultra-clean toilets. You know, your bathroom speaks a lot about your personality and character. So girls, if you really want to know what your lover/boyfriend/fiance really is like, just pay his bathroom a visit.

Hur hur.

This Ain, anyhow only.

Date with Ratna in the day and a friend at night. weeeeee.

And I cannot believe that we'll be ushering in the new year so soon. Salam Maal Hijrah to everyone. Hopefully 1427 will be filled with barakah and rahmat from Him, insya' Allah.