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Riding the highs

We had a meeting/planning session for our next NUSHA trip in December to India at Nuurun's (hopefully when the times comes I'll really be going). T'was pure fun. Apart from getting things done we shared really nonsensical stuffs causing all those uproarious laughter. As usual.

Anyway I decided to take 51 from Hougang all the way to jurong east, I should have thought twice before getting on it because it was a bloody long journey though I enjoyed the 1.5 hours ++ but still it's long and I never wanted to be home any sooner. What with all these weird people who had to contemplate (longer than average) to which seats they wanted to sit on. I've never seen anyone contemplated so hard for that.

Anyhow, the funniest thing upon getting onto the upper deck was that I received a call from Aalok, which I just bidded goodbye to about 2 minutes ago from the interchange. And he started saying that he was on a bus right behind my bus. Then guess what? We ended up like waving frantically (ok perhaps it's only just me since I couldn't really see him with this Canon ad in front of him) and laughing over the phone just cause we could see each other. So retarded! Ohmagaaa, this is called being a child at heart; you know like when you get uber excited when you see your friends AHHAHAHHA.


Me: Shit, now you can see my back like the whole time.
A: Oh that's too bad you'd have me watching your back looks like the bus might be taking the same routes.

But of course not, cos 51 took like a super snaky route, sheesh!



Can't get over this vid (:

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