Sing a song of home

My only one decent attempt at capturing the Italy's fireworks which kicked off last saturday as part of the firework carnival.I sprinted(in my opinion) to esplanade to catch like the last 1 minute of action.

Signature drinks @ top of the m: tequila orange and margarita

After working for sometime, you realize your mind starts to empty itself of dreams and fantasy. In place of them, you find yourself setting the amount of time you have to rest for the night, planned what you had in mind for the day as you set off for work.--"Perhaps to collect the watch, go thread my eyebrows and still make it in time home for dinner to catch the 8pm serial?"


Your legs ache as you attempt to back blade at night and do some fancy moves which you've spotted at Beginner's corner. (which if you ask me.. a big irony), that place simply drives beginners to the corner as we spot the expert execute their perfectly timed moves, quick turns and criss cross their feets as though they were jellyfish tentacles.

It's good in a sense, i've gotten so tired, i went for a drink at one of the pubs and went back home, washed up and plopped myself onto bed, waking up to singapore's 41st birthday.

A public holiday to rest as we celebrate nationwide with some squeezing with 60000 people at kallang, some others cursing as they attempt to catch the fireworks actions elsewhere but prob missing it as they were still looking for parking lots, or standing space, or setting up their expensive cameras with their tripods; others take this chance to meet up with friends as they go gawking for those 41% discounts, good deals... wondering if there's 41cents meal. Some stayed tune to the TV, watching the event as it's broadcasted across all the local channels. Haha, some took extra time off and scooted off to nearby countries for a short getaway.

I've realized conciously, that i was at home blogging on national day. Both last year and this year. I din head out, cos i assume it will be crowded everywhere.

Happy birthday singapore!