Me and my giant jug of sugar cane. Filled me up almost immediately.
Tramped up and down air conditioned shopping malls in my spanking new pastel green and fuchsia French Soles. Was surveyed by a random man from Herbalife. Happily ate taro pies from BK upon arrival because I asked for it and I got it. Sat in the passenger seat pestering the already flustered and confused driver in more ways than one. Went to Mustafa at midnight and admired the shine of gilded Citizen watches in white fluorescent light and almost stepped on a rat in the cereal aisle. First night, ordered 40 satay sticks, 1 large plate of fried hokkien mee, 2 plates of vegetables (because apparently I don't eat anything else, he says), 1 plate of o chien - all for 2 people. We took about 90% of the food away because I can't eat that much since nobody really force feeds me anymore :( Second night, similar story only +3 other friends. Visited the comic book shop and oohed and aahed at the assortment of Lord of the Rings figurines I've been missing my whole life. Paid homage to Topshop Ion Orchard and came out with a pair of bright pink leather brogues I'm absolutely dying to wear but haven't because my spanking new pastel green and fuchsia French Soles are too cute to pass up - for now. Had my first filet o fish yesterday at someone's insistence. I left for home soon thereafter and I felt bereft, for the second time in two months. Sigh.