A Crazy Saturday
Just when you thought that being excited about an interview because you can lunch with a friend of yours after that is crazy enough, the same person comes up with even crazier actions for you to shake your head in despair...
Frankly, even up till Friday, I wasn't really that excited about going to Batam. Despite how people oooh and aaah about the prices over at Batam, they were just that. In fact, the only attraction that held for me there was just the chance to meet up with Itak da ge, one of those handful who count as my most important friends, and whom I've not seen in over a year (no thanks to Daryl). Thus, the only thing that made me excited on Friday about my impending day trip was just Itak da ge's comment about getting his girlfriend's boss's car to fetch us.


Perhaps it sounds silly, but the best memory I had of the entire trip was when Itak da ge thrusted the car keys into my hands and allowed me to collect the car from the car park. Mind you, the car wasn't even his car (fyi, it was his girlfriend's boss's car). And he knew that my driving test would only be next Monday. Still, the trust he had in me gave me the warmest and fuzziest feeling. How many would let another drive their car? And there he was, passing me the keys without a moment's hesitation so that I'll get to practise a bit more, even though he kept saying he'll not take the car when I'm driving. Angel didn't complain too, and was even game enough to sit beside me and offer words of encouragement.


Still, the driver for the entire day was still my da ge. In fact, both Angel and him were essentially our driver cum photographer cum tour guides for the entire day, making me feel ultra bad for imposing on them for the entire day. With such wonderful friends like da ge and Angel, what more can I ask for?

The best part about having a local bring you around is that you get to go to places that are off the beaten track. For eg, Angel's work place, aka 106.5fm. Having tuned it to it for a short while when Itak was still working there, having the chance to see for myself how the studio looks like was of course a chance that I would not pass. Unlike how our radio stations would probably look like, 106.5 could well be described as a family home. Situated at the top of a hill, there was nothing post like what you would expect of Mediacorp. Instead, all you had was an apartment with an excellent view, and a whole bunch of people walking in and out, and knowing each other with all familarity. I can imagine how nice and simple it would be to work there. In fact, other than the radio station part, the place was also where a group of little kids gathered every Saturday to learn Chinese. Doesn't all these make the place sound more like a kampong family rather than some commercial station? *nods vigorously*
All good things must come to an end. In spite of me suggesting that we go home earlier, we ended up taking the last ferry back to Singapore. And not before Itak da ge telling me he'll let me see his shop another time, else I would miss the last ferry. So off we went to for our dinner by the sea before heading back to the tiny island called Singapore.
Da ge, thank you for taking the time out to bring us around, even though you didn't have to. In fact, I felt extremely bad to cause Angel to have to get another person to take over for the art session, and you for having to drive us around, follow us everywhere and even pay for a lot of our food/drinks. In fact, thanks for being one of the most wonderful da ge I can ever have. You know, on the way back to Singapore, I mentioned to Shuyun that you would probably sms me later that night if I didn't sms you to let you know I'm back within a certain time. True enough, you really did. And not forgetting the driving part. Thank you so much! The trip to Batam was wonderful, simply cause I got to meet up with you, and meet Angel finally, even if we didn't really chat a lot, I think. I'll aim very hard to pass next Monday, so that the next time you're in Singapore, I'll rent a car and this time round, I'll be your chauffeur, k?