The Pontianak Hunt

To be left alone. It could be the start of a new addiction. Already I've updated my facebook status, and now I feel like blogging about the omelette and sauteed spinach and tomatoes I made for his breakfast. I feel like participating in a forum addressing the best ways to mop laminated flooring. This could be start of a new life.

Was browsing through some old CDs and found some photos, as again, should have been uploaded a long time ago! It was a Friday night, we were bored and decided to cruise down the solitary streets of punggol - hoping to find the mythical pontianak.

Instead of hunting for her, we ended up taking more pictures and caused a ruckus when in the midst of it all, a black dog came out of nowhere. Four of the smartest decided to squeeze in the front seat, with zahdan shrikekeing away when he couldn't shut the door. I didn't know which part of "my heel is stuck" that he didn't understood.

I don't know the name of the stretch of road, but it looked lonely and calm on that foggy night. No cars, nothing but orange lights lining the stretch like cats' eyes. We talked, we chatted, laughed and caught up. Then 4 am came with the call of hotcakes and lattes, with mini trains zooming past us, waiting to be filled with early wakers. I miss those nights.

No pontianaks were found.

I think we scared her off. More pictures here.