During my trip over to SG, I spent one night and half a day with bestie Sheau Ing. T'was too short and I will go down soon, when I have more $$$ or if she sponsors me. AHAHHAHAHA!

On the first morning, I woke up to discover a handwritten note by housekeeping. It read:
Dear Guest,
Good Morning,
May I clean your room? :)
From,
Housekeeping
A bit surprised with the note. But, I didn't think much about it until I saw that housekeeping was actually a young Chinese guy. Later that night I could not find my hair tie and clips. He must've thought that it was junk and threw them away! :( MEN! At least my bra and panties are still there! HAHAHA! Ok, random.
Breakfast at the Amara Shopping Arcade. A good filling breakfast for a long day ahead!



At the Chan Sisters' Loft





After Arab Street, we took a cab to Bugis! One of the few places in SG, that I can afford to shop at!
Got myself like the coolest baby tee evar! Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go EVERYWHERE! You sluts! Oh, the picture next to the tee... I did not buy that many bottles of Corona. It was decor at Ma Maison.

Heard a lot about this place from Vic's sister Carol and I've been dying to try it... but Vic is dead against fusion food of any sort. Ma Maison is an eclectic blend of Japanese and French. Nothing bad with that as the food rocked.


With and without flash. Deep fried Camembert with honey dip.

The brown sauce that Ing is playing with is for my Pork Cutlet and the orange/yellow thing in the bottle is PUS. Yes, so gross. (It is actually salad dressing with a tinge of wasabi)

Yumz

Ing's healthy choice of fish. Sigh. I must convert her into a pork lover. This fish lovin has to stop.
OMG OMG OMG



Dad's reply:
Mom's turn:
Jean, Sook Ting and myself went down to Singapore for a three day in-house symposium. It was a good experience and I had the chance to meet and hangout with my colleagues from Singapore, India and Hong Kong.
The girls from Malaysia.Jean. Sook Ting. Moi.
iPhone sitting pretty on the table. 




The city is beautiful at night. 

Drinks at Harry's. Jean got too happy and threw three fries at JP. It was good night sitting by Boat Quay and watching the pretty lights. Although the waiter at Harry's was rather cheesed when he saw that we had packed fries from McDees. 




The staff at Paulaner Brauhaus weren't the most welcoming. First, they got our order wrongly and tried to play the old game of 'Oh, didn't you order this dish?'. Then, when the bill came, they tried to make us pay for their mistake. Next, some rude waiter tells us that we have what...15 minutes to guzzle down our beers and leave the place because they were closing. How bloody rude! Sigh! 
Someone said that Nick's head resembles a rambutan. I don't think so!



We finished the night with a KTV session. Mad tired, but so happy. I've never allowed to many people to experience by tone-deafness before and they are still talking to me after it. I guess, either it wasn't so bad or they take pity upon me. :(



