Singapore is a city-state. People that live here, they can’t go to the mountain without going abroad. They can’t even go take a walk in the countryside without going abroad. But they can go to the beach. See, there’s an island just south of the city, so close that you can go there on foot over a bridge. And it’s the perfect beach-getaway for all the business types that live-work in Singapore.
Only problem is: the island doesn’t have a beach. Even though it’s so conveniently located! The perfect beach-island has no beaches. So they build some. The whole southern coast, the one not facing the city, is spotted with artificial beaches. With artificial mini-islands that you can get to over a real-wood pier.
While they were at it, they turned the whole inside of the island into golf courses. Apart from the eastern bit that they made into a neighborhood for indecently rich people, and the western bit where they built an amusement park called Universal Studio.
Now you might understand why we all had to go to this fake-ass happy-happy place. Cranky just loves amusement parks.
She has a scheme to get in without paying, but it works better in the afternoon. We went to the artificial beach first.
Continue reading The plastic-treasure concrete-island
Alright, that ain’t really fair, but it makes for the perfect provocative title. The Christian wedding was in India and the Muslim one in Singapore. With the differences in budget and mentality that you might expect.
But, first, the similarities: It’s all about food! I haven’t been to a wedding in Europe yet, but the two kids keep saying that they have much less guests, but that they don’t just come to eat the food and go. Except for the spouses, who sit on a podium and pose for pictures. Continue reading Muslim wedding VS Christian wedding
So, since riding the metro or the bus means risking death through pneumonia by way of air-conditioning abuse, we hitchhiked from the Singapore suburb where we live to town. #HHrulez and #fuckdaAC
Weirdo finally got around to get a new tablet. I’m back in business. Though I’m still recovering from the air-conditioning-induced sickness, I’m not gonna miss the Chinese New Year downtown. As proves this picture.
While Weirdo and Cranky were falling like flies, my immune system came out victorious against waves of vicious Indian germ; only to surrender to the mighty Singaporean air-conditionning. I’m coughing, sneezing, feeling weak and wondering: why do they do this?