=trudging on cecil street=

Here comes Saturday and I spent 3 hours truding from Raffles Place to Cecil Street to Maxwell Road to Amoy Street and later to Ann Siang Hill and Club Street and back to Raffles Place. There's more but I shant name all. We trudged into buildings cracking our brains to categorise the various activities that take place, counted the number of floors, played guessing games for the time period the building was built, counted the number of people on the street and crossed paths with an insane and uncomprehensible security guard. All for the sake of geography. I still do not get what the security guard was trying to tell me. Hello, its a public bank and ANYONE can enter it, so why is there a need to interrogate me? You mean, I cant go into banks? A student fully clad in identifiable school garments with a clipboard in hand is a potential terrorist? And why do I need to ask the bank's personnel permission to enter the bank? Geez...some people are just out of their minds. Or perhaps they have too little things to do that they have to find something just to satisfy their I-have-authority attitude. And seeing a seemingly harmless college student, he decided to play it on me. Pfft.