The past few days had been a hectic mess of generating endless pages of reports for my 100+ kid-clients and clearing the perpetually never-ending, nitty-gritty administrative grime. And I'm not done yet, there's still more wars to fight ahead. May I see the end of the tunnel soon.
But I'm glad I took a breather and went down to Raffles City yesterday night for a dinner-cum-gawking session. You should have been there. Then you'd know where your tax monies went. There were simply endless squadrons of men-in-blue patrolling that IOC area, with stationary figures of stony-faced, hat-wearing gurkhas lending strength, all brandishing their semi-automatic machine babies... at the concourse, the shops, the ATMs, even the toilets... There were so many of them (and not counting the plainclothes), it seemed like i'm in some maximum-security prison.
It was heart-thumping to get our car boot thoroughly searched as we attempted to enter the Swissotel carpark (by the way, there were also so many traffic police on the road directing traffic, I thought they were almost causing the jam themselves), and exhilarating when we spotted IOC cars ferrying foreign dignitaries next to ours as they sped towards unknown destinations.
We are too small a red dot to ever host the Olympics games, but to have all the VVVVIPs fly here for their decision-making starter course is good enough a consolation prize to me. At least... they get to listen to our Singlish.
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