Ramadhan

Song by Ramli Sarip

I did not frequent the Ramadhan Bazaars that much this year. Possibly because of the bad experience I had at Gombak Bazaar recently. Man, the food was so untasty, me and my wifey bought a lot but somehow we manage to finish it. Recently we went to the Jurong Point Banquet to break fast. I was overwhelmed by the variety of food... not that I have not been there before but there are seldom places in Singapore where you have a lot of halal food. I ended up eating hotplate with rice and kebab, my wife ate this Chinese noodle thingie which I don't know how to pronounce - it was quite tasty actually. Just over the weekend I had break-fast at my Mom's place with my brothers and as usual she cook soooo much food. But I was glad to be with my side of the family again and seeing my nephews and nieces.

Something for the pain

Song by Bon Jovi

Something happen last Tuesday that never happen to me before on the way to work. I made my normal routine of buying newspapers and walk towards the bus station. I was groggy and tired after a week or so of fasting and walking up at 4am everyday to eat sehri. I saw a few buses and one of them was 106 which was my bus so I took it. I immediately sat at my fav seat and start reading my papers which is another one of routine. When I looked up after a while I realized that I was Bukit Timah.. huh?... man I took the wrong bus! I quickly got down and took a cab to work. Cant wait to get a car so that I could eliminate all this mistakes.

When September Ends

Song by Greenday



A few events happen in quick succession. Fireworks festival, ICT and 40 days in India.
In August there was a fireworks festival in Singapore. I was not really into it but my wifey persuaded me to go for the first one. After that I was hooked. I went to practically all 4 displays that was held near the Esplanade. I would say that the best, to me was the last which was done by team France.
The following Monday after the festival I was back in reservist again. I was telling most of my friends and I will keep on telling them that despite the 'siongness' I still have fun whenever I go back in-camp. One of the reasons probably cos I click with most of my reservist mates. They are a great bunch. My men under me are also not bad ( the problematic ones are gone). I manage to get 'Bronze' for IPPT which I guess should be rightfully so after all the lunchtime workouts I have. But I didn't get marksmanship which still eludes me ever since army days. Who knows maybe one day?...
The next morning after my out-process I flew to India on Air India. The last time I went there was 98. Somehow or rather I manage to survive the hot climate, the food (dhal and curry everyday), the stray animals running around ( cows, goats, dogs, monkeys and pigs/wild boar ), lawless traffic and come back in one piece. The people are nice though. The Muslim brothers served us food , helped us with our luggage and even hand-fanned us when the fans are not working ( blackouts are regular occurrence in some villages ). The Hindus and the Muslims have great respect for one another there. There was one place when a Hindu priest came towards me while I was at the gate of the mosque. He took his hand and touched the soil near the mosque and then touched his head. No words were spoken between us. I guess its a act of respect for other religion.