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Saturday, February 21, 2009

I ♥ Squadron 11:59 PM

It's a lil bit like cat and mouse with rain today. While on my way to AMK, Squadron decides to meet me at Tamp instead since I'm only 1/3 of the journey.

After we head around the central, we rode to Outram , in the plan to do good deed of blood donation, since my last rejection. While on PIE, the rain starts pouring. And so we decide to stop on shoulder, till the rain stopped, we continued our journey.

Just before the exit to CTE, it just rain again. Hah, since it was too heavy, we stopped on shoulder again. It was like we were chasing for rain. And when the clouds were brighter, we decide to head on with the journey.

Up toward CTE, before the first tunnel, it rained crazily. Hah, but this time, we decide to head further up. until after two tunnels, which resulted in drenched shirt and skirt, we decide to stop on shoulder right before the exit to Outram.

Wooah, I was just an arms length away from fast moving vehicles. Only after we decide for Squadron to wear the poncho, which covers only him.

Upon the destination, we found that BB was too packed to even imagine, soo we forgo the plan and waited for the rain to shimmer down.

To petrol kiosk, it rained crazily, which stopped moments later. The moment we head out, it rained again. Pit at the bus stop, Squadron wore the poncho, and rode to BIY @ Bukit Timah.
And amazingly, I was fascinated! It looks like the authentic british shop house and the moment i made entrance, my desire to just bake was overwhelming. Cake deco, fondant and edible markers. So now, I can start thinking of the cake deco.

Head over to my place, but detour along the way to Bedok Resrv, but couldn't find the baby fan. We rode to N2, bought the baby fan, and few others, then Squadron waited patiently for me under my deck.

Pack my stuffs and we head to ECP. The OCBC Cycle was such a nicee race. For the first time, I see a real life bicycle race, sirens going off by escorts, and racers going as fast as 40km/h. That's like gear 2 in motorbike. Then I know, that every racer, has their own unique bike, accordingly to size, height and stamina.

Had dinner in styrofoam, and we gazed at the racers all night. Hah I was fascinated.