Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I finally got over that anger from my head. I'm the type of person who, if gets mad, throws a rage, throws a fit, swears like a duck on crack but that just stays for a short time, then I'm back to my normal self again (I wouldn't call normal actually, since I'm not but let's leave it to that).
I was in Singapore again yesterday so that gave me the chance to forget my anger and have fun, stroll the clean Singapore streets. This is my 6th time to go Singapore this year. I think I'm meant to travel, I can't wait to see the world since I haven't gone to any countries outside Asia. The thrill of getting my passport stamped and stamped when I enter an immigration booth is already getting me excited.
My visit to Singapore this time was quite an experience coz I got to come across different types of people. On my flight to Singapore, I sat with a couple, the husband being really fat and had a really bad case of OCD. He would just arrange everything until it suited his liking, put the plates back and forth, move the food to his wife's plate then move it back to his. The problem was he could hardly even fit in the chair yet alone try to move everything according to his will. I felt sorry for his wife.
I got out to the airport then onto the cab. The cab driver was extremely nice. And so talkative. He just kept yapping on why I'm studying in Indonesia, I told him I was studying in an Australian University. He then said ah that was way better and he was relieved that I wasn't studying in some poor ass college and Indonesia's got nothing to offer and blah blah the country is shit, look at Singapore so safe and clean and when he found out I was Filipino he was praising the whole country and its people, how his trip to Cebu was the best. To sum it up he hates Indonesia, an extreme patriot, and loves the Filipino people and culture.
Now on my way back to Jakarta, I was seated with another couple, a very old one this time. Unfortunately I was given the privilege to be in a window seat hence I was getting cramped (not a big fan of window seats thank you). The wife, who was seated on my right, looked like she was about to die (God forbid), her eyes were closed covered by her bonnet, she was shaking and she looked like she was about to have a heart attack. Now for a person who's just beside her I was a little freaked out. Let's just say we finally got through the whole flight just fine.
I finally got to grab a copy of Incubus' new record. Squee! Call me shallow, but I consider this as an accomplishment because this is the first time I really bought a record on the release date itself, and when I got it, it wasn't even on the shelves of music stores in the USA, Asia being ahead in time difference. Plus I was the 3rd person to get it in that huge ass of a store! I was at HMV Singapore and spent about 3 hours just browsing through everything. I could spend a lifetime there.
I am Justine and this used to be juiceee.blogspot.com / I now have my own domain (e-mail me at ohjazzy@gmail.com to find out), I'm just keeping this for the sake of memories. Feel free to look around if you must! 
