The weekend had begun as a sleepy day as the rain comes and goes. But we got furious as the roads were closed for National Day Rehearsals, and we got even more furious when we finished the cheap ice-cream we bought. It was just the 3 of us, and at one point we even decided that not talking will help the escalating rage. We started swearing by the time we reached a dead end near the Old Parliament, (and knowing we had to take the Boat Quay route just to reach the Esplanade), but then Farah did the best thing ever by asking the riverboat uncle how much would it cost us to ride a boat to Esplanade. When she told us $3, a knowing look spread over our faces, and hell yeah, -we fucking took a boat there. :)

The Fancy Pants Man sensing danger in the skies

Oh...so does The Fairy and The Lalat Girl..