Monday, January 01, 2007

sigh

i hate to type this. but this is how my new year started on a bad note.

ok first. i rushed down to isaac's place really late.. the clock was tickin.. ticking.. it was 1149pm.

i thought i made it. i would countdown with the guys..

when i reached isaac's place, obstacle number 1. the security guard took so damn long to record my car number and even had to call upstairs to confirm that this certain mr sim is coming. nvm. its ok, new year. nvm. time is ticking.. i rush to park my car and ran to the lift. obstacle number 2. apparently to enter the lift lobby u must have a card access.. so i had to intercom 07-18.. and at last the door opened.. 1155pm. nvm can... got 5 more mins.

1-2-3-4-5-6-7 ting. the lift door opened. i ran out and into isaac's house. a group of uncles and aunties stared at me. SHIT i thought i was in the wrong house. looked at the unit number. 0718. correct what.. then isaac's dad came and told me .. "they're downstairs by the pool".

ok. RAN to the lift.. presss down. 7-6-5-4-3-2-1-B. it was 1158pm.

ran thru the carpark and appeared at the clubhouse. a whole bunch of residents were there playing with sparklers and stuff. they looked like they were waiting for countdown.. WHERE ARE THE GUYS?! 1159pm. i called isaac.

i spotted them!! right beside the pool! but i was on the 2nd floor and they were below.. and theres no staircase in sight that could bring me down....... i almost wanted to jump. (not wise.)

1159.30pm

found a lift in a corner. got into the lift and pressed level 1 furiously.. in walked a mom and 2 kids.

mom:" i dont understand why people like to celebrate new year downstairs.. might as well go back home and countdown."

me: " ..."

tick tock. tick.

FIVE FOUR THREE noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo TWO ONE.

ok.

lift door open. i ran out of the lift.

thats the sad story of me spending new years in a lift. with a mom and 2 kids.

thats not the end.

i just got home. and got scolded by my dad cos he had to go to work and was waiting for me to get back. crazy. work on 1jan.

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sigh

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