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salaam people.

and i thought i am gonna be gone for a short hiatus... heck NOT

last friday it was dinner with the boys... went over to amirah's grill @ arab street for arab delicacies and sheesha...







moving off from office







meal fit for princes and princesses

















epitome of nonsensical beings

so, off we went to the ol changi hospital as planned.

the place was very, very eerie and spooky... as nuraini was very, very glued to the car seat, we didnt venture inside the buildings...

lotsa strange stuffs happened. one very intriguing and mysterious thing was 2 army boys on foot patrol, coming towards us equipped only with one powerless torchlight. NO footsteps or NO army boots thumping the tar-red grounds and ta-daa they were there informing us that we cant park the cars there...

lights were flickering dwn at the second floor of the mortuary building and suddenly the engine lights of shah's car went off!! can you believe it? no one spoke.. almost all fidgeted and some lit ciggie after ciggie just to ease our good ol selves off...

p/s : can someone eva englighten me if there is any army sentries around ol changi hospital? do you guys patrol on foot?? anyone who's reading up this, can tag me? cos i really would like to find out more....

turning soopa-natural and not-very-normal...

~we're going back there this vesak day~