So last night was another round of meetup with the usual bunch. Had Japanese for dinner at this restaurant at Cuppage tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city life. The rest wanted to grab desserts at Canele but it’s a Saturday night and Canele’s restaurants are still hot and new. We decided not to waste our time waiting and head to Clarke Quay to Mama’s.

And so we shared stories, funny and serious then on to ghost stories since its hungry ghost month anyway. I think we got goosebumps everytime a story was told. Then some bugger thought up of something totally random and spontaneous; that is to ride the G Swing. I was like, fuck seriously? Hesitated initially but what the heck, add some spice to your boring life, Hakim.

So us five took up the challenge, with Clar taking both the G Max (with her colleagues) and the G Swing (with us), and Crystal not taking part cuz of weak heart. Heh. Before we knew it, we were in the capsule, being secured just by the harness. There wasn’t any handle that i could hold on to so I grabbed the sides of my seat. We got higher and higher and higher and it seems neverending can.. We were like finally up and Lenard was like “Could you just push the lever already??”. I took a deeeeeep breath, reached the lever and gave it a light puuuushhh and “clank!”.

It was like omg omg omg can. It’s like you wana scream but your heart’s in your mouth, your balls’ shrinking and you feel like you’ve got no control over your body. Haha. We were like shouting all the way.. There was like lots of “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuckkk”, “I wana go homeee”, “My balls’ shrinking”, and “I love Singaporeeee”. Haha.

What a weekend. Till next week, ciao loves.