It turn out to be a lousy one.

One fine saturday morning on the 23rd Feb 2007. Woke up at 6.30 am. And left house at about 7am with that sister call WongYahTing. The sky was still dark and there isn't any single soul on the street except her..

Took MRT to Douby Ghaut and sent WongYahTing off for her flag day.

Took bus to HIS house.

HE just woke up and bathed. And the time was 9am.

Weather was scorhing hot and we travelled to Pasir Ris by train.

Reached.

And there was a long long long long snake queue filled with people dangling around MRT station, White Sand and Interchange.

Had breakfast at Mcdonald's. *Yummies*

Then we started to join the long long queue.

(Had hard time finding the start of the queue.)

After 30mins. -We are finally on the bus,standing.

And we reached the Airshow in an hour due to that hectic long unexpected traffic jam!

Caught some blackjet flying pass above our bus.

Reached.

Had some glimpse of -dono-what-plane flying.

Then at the security check. Saw HIS brother. So coincidence. HIS bro is the NS police thingy station at security check there.

Watched A380 and some -dono-what- jet/plane. Only HE know what s it.

Headed to the exhibition. Took fotos and blah. Look around.

Walked around and i complain that my feet hurts.

Decide to leave and there was a long long long queue for the free shuttle bus to PasirRis.

And SUNDAY is the worst day ever in my life. (I dont wish to talk)