BikeAsia Show 2008

Eddy and Ethan have this special liking for motorbikes.. So naturally, when there was this bike show going on at the Singapore Expo, the whole family went to take a look.

It is not FOC.

Door Ticket
S$ 15.00

Student
S$ 8.00


PAssion card, Safra & TOGOPARTs member
S$ 8.50

It was not exactly what I had expected.. I expected superbikes with a bevy of leggy models posing under hard tempo music, drooling men trying to get a hold on their digital cameras and mobile phones.. Nope. nothing of that sort. It was a pretty boring affair - to me.


When you have no leggy models posing with the bikes, the bikes just look kinda boring. To hype up the pictures, you'll try to find your own models. And when you cannot find your own, you and your family became your own models.

Finally, we spotted one model on a scooter, seemingly lonely. Excited at the rare sighting, lucky Ethan was placed neatly on her lap and we took a snap. Her smile looks a little fake ya? Maybe Ethan is too heavy for her slender legs.

I know it looks really different. But I have already tried my very best to mimic the model.

Last but not least, a few more photo feeds :

A large part of the exhibition were dedicated to the bicycle enthus. Bicycle frames tht cost thousands of dollars... mm.. stuff that ladies just have no clues on..

The rest of the exhibits were mainly accessories like helmets, spare parts, jackets and such.

We called it a day after a 30-min stunt show.

At the end of it all, I realised that motoring is just not a girl's thang. ZZzzZZZzzz

For My Mommieee

This blog is specially created in dedication to my dearest Mommy.. to contain decent feeds of my daily life accounts. ( The word 'daily' is super ambitious.. I ll try thou.)

I know this is wierd but this is what my mom likes to do.. subtly she is hinting something.

**Phone rings**

Me : Hello

Mom : Hello? Is this the Police Station? Alright.. This is Amy here.. I .. I would like to report loss of my daughter.. seemed like I haven't hear from her for the longest time..

Me : Mommy ahh

Mom : Gal, is that you??? U are still alive??!! I thought I have lost my daughter cause I have not heard from her for sooooo long!! Do u still remember me??

Me : ....

See wad I mean? Trying to knock guilt into me. She succeeded.

Obviously, my mom misses me. However, it is hard to believe based on how she used to nag at me.

These were her complaints before I moved out :

• Main Cause of Noise Pollution

How much I contribute to the noise pollution at home - my radio that is switched on for 24 hours, my loud squabbles with this brother of mine that will make those aunties in the market shy, my endless phone calls, memojazz beeps to my mobile to my residential line...

• I'm not your maid!!!

The super load of laundry which I have contributed. I have this super bad habit that i did not realise back then - cumulative of dirty laundry in my room (my mom calls it the kennel) . So for a few days in a row, the laundry basket is nice n moderately less than half full.. then one fine day **PAAAAA!!! 2 fulls loads - thanks to Ms Evon. Then she ll rant 'I m not yourrr maiddd!!!!'

• One of the best facilitated Kennel

She also hated my room - the kennel in her house. The half opened bottles of contact lens solution, used cotton wipes on the dressing table, overloaded dustbin with a mountain of used tissue that could pass off as a work of art, spread of bags from the floor to the bed, spread of notes (esp during exams) from the bed to the floor, sometimes leaking outside the kennel to the living room, dining room and kitchen..

The list could go on and on. I believed if my dear mommy have the chance to blog it out, she ll be typing til her 10 fingers transformed to the size of 10 thumbs.

This is when the contradiction comes in : The person who complained the most.. adores me the most.. misses me the most..

This special someone is none other than - My Mommy.

This blog serves as a nice reminder to her that her daughter is still alive.

I love u Momsie.