In my exercise gear, I had a quiet bfast while I cool down. There were no little people asking for cereal or apple juice. Nice.
Though a lousy night, I think I was still very much alive.
The day in the office past very quickly and I was glad to be able to avoid dinner. Goodness, I was beat.
I did attempt to walk to the Saigon Centre in hope to do some cheap shopping. I did arrive at the venue but didn't find anything to buy. On the way back, it took me a while to find a convenience store. Ice cream and chips accompanied me for the rest of the evening. Sleep was so much better on the 2nd night.
The last day was no difference from the 2nd day except that I was going home! The day past uneventfully and I was getting excited with every passing hour. I can't wait to go home. Hohoho.
Finally, welcome back to Singapore. I was dead tired.
There were interesting episodes that littered the returning home journey. On the plane, I saw for the 1st time how the air steward had to convince a passenger who had too much of a drink that he cannot be offered more.
My taxi home was very "exciting" too. The moment I boarded the taxi, I already regretted - the uncle was stepping on and off the accelerator every few seconds and I predicted that it would be a dizzy ride. Additionally, he was adjusting the steering wheel constantly and the whole car was shaking left and right on top of the front and back jerking. Can cry. Then, he did 80km/hr on the extreme right lane of PIE throughout the entire ride and I lost count of the cars that had to overtake us on the left. I don't know if I should pity the other cars more or I was the one being pited by the other motorists given how slow and jerky the taxi must had been.
Several times, he swerved back to the lane after going into the other lane. Sob. I feared for my life. Then there was a road work at the Corporation exit and he missed the exit but almost come to a halt while still on the expressway! Luckily, there weren't many cars. I can't tell if he was contemplating to reverse on the expressway but I encouragingly asked him to move on and take the next exit. I think I would waste a few minutes and some taxi fare then my life.
You can tell how glad I was to be home; both from the trip and surviving the taxi ride. Home sweet home.
Mummy Lim










