Wednesday, August 10, 2005
What a bloody waste of time.
Today happens to be a school holiday, so to rope the army guys into the act of slacking for one day at home, they've decided to organise the Army Family Day, so all the army people are supposed to bring their families along for a day of fun at the NDP Carnival at Marina South. To make sure the more the merrier, they've kindly added, "Compulsory for NSFs."
So, 9am at the Engineer Booth. Luckily we went there before to drop some stores, so we know the place. It's at some uluated part of the carpark behind the bowling alley.
Thankfully I run into Proko. Some company on the unknown and ardous journey to the Carnival.
There's a large crowd of people at the Marina Bay MRT Station. Like, really a lot. For a moment you'd think this is Orchard Road. For once, Marina Bay is actually crowded!
And there’s like lots of people all the way up to the bus stop, where SBS has kindly created a new service number specially for this event. Okay, it’s an extension of the existing number 400. They just add an ‘A’ behind it.
We thought, free shuttle. Not exactly. Cash card = $0.39, Coins = $0.90.
And we realize the money is not worth what it seems. We are dropped quite a distance from Marina South proper – the bus stop outside the Superbowl Country Club, to be exact. Which means having to walk a rather long distance to get to our destinations.
We separate outside the bowling alley. Proko says that he can only see three of his friends there. He doesn’t belong to anyone. He’s been posted out from his vocational institute, but the new guardian doesn’t seem to have his name anyway as yet. So, boh cheng hu.
I continue down to the Engineer’s Booth. Attendance taken, as usual, with the nominal roll. Out of camp still so formal. Then we wreck our brains to figure out who’s not here. Our platoon is miserably small now, with people out all over the place.
From that moment, we wait in great anticipation for dismissal. Neither of us really have the interest to walk around and marvel at the exhibits. I mean, you see all those vehicles day in and day out, you’re so sick of them you don’t even give a damn about the joyrides.
Chief arrives and gives his opening talk. How agile, he climbs to the top of the tank and speaks to everyone. Then there’s some treasure hunt shit… our own little treasure hunt is to find the right person who will let us go off.
Around 10.30am and we’re dismissed. What a long walk to the bus stop. SBS should stop complaining it doesn’t have enough revenue and then raise fares. Just one little short roundabout trip and they earn like how much…? Come on, shopping centre managements absorb the cost of the shuttles traveling from their malls to the nearest MRT station. Whoever’s doing the shuttle service for the carnival has the monopoly. No private cars allowed at all – the only way to get in there is to walk, or take the bus. Most people would take a bus – okay, I’m one of them, the lazy bastard.
¶ 8/10/2005 03:02:00 pm Today happens to be a school holiday, so to rope the army guys into the act of slacking for one day at home, they've decided to organise the Army Family Day, so all the army people are supposed to bring their families along for a day of fun at the NDP Carnival at Marina South. To make sure the more the merrier, they've kindly added, "Compulsory for NSFs."
So, 9am at the Engineer Booth. Luckily we went there before to drop some stores, so we know the place. It's at some uluated part of the carpark behind the bowling alley.
Thankfully I run into Proko. Some company on the unknown and ardous journey to the Carnival.
There's a large crowd of people at the Marina Bay MRT Station. Like, really a lot. For a moment you'd think this is Orchard Road. For once, Marina Bay is actually crowded!
And there’s like lots of people all the way up to the bus stop, where SBS has kindly created a new service number specially for this event. Okay, it’s an extension of the existing number 400. They just add an ‘A’ behind it.
We thought, free shuttle. Not exactly. Cash card = $0.39, Coins = $0.90.
And we realize the money is not worth what it seems. We are dropped quite a distance from Marina South proper – the bus stop outside the Superbowl Country Club, to be exact. Which means having to walk a rather long distance to get to our destinations.
We separate outside the bowling alley. Proko says that he can only see three of his friends there. He doesn’t belong to anyone. He’s been posted out from his vocational institute, but the new guardian doesn’t seem to have his name anyway as yet. So, boh cheng hu.
I continue down to the Engineer’s Booth. Attendance taken, as usual, with the nominal roll. Out of camp still so formal. Then we wreck our brains to figure out who’s not here. Our platoon is miserably small now, with people out all over the place.
From that moment, we wait in great anticipation for dismissal. Neither of us really have the interest to walk around and marvel at the exhibits. I mean, you see all those vehicles day in and day out, you’re so sick of them you don’t even give a damn about the joyrides.
Chief arrives and gives his opening talk. How agile, he climbs to the top of the tank and speaks to everyone. Then there’s some treasure hunt shit… our own little treasure hunt is to find the right person who will let us go off.
Around 10.30am and we’re dismissed. What a long walk to the bus stop. SBS should stop complaining it doesn’t have enough revenue and then raise fares. Just one little short roundabout trip and they earn like how much…? Come on, shopping centre managements absorb the cost of the shuttles traveling from their malls to the nearest MRT station. Whoever’s doing the shuttle service for the carnival has the monopoly. No private cars allowed at all – the only way to get in there is to walk, or take the bus. Most people would take a bus – okay, I’m one of them, the lazy bastard.
