Weekender's.

I am so dreading going back to camp tomorrow, and this week is a busy one. Well, the lovely weekend did compensate for everything that is coming.

So I spent Saturday playing the accidental (local) tourist going around Chinatown while scouting for the best dou sha bing one could possibly find. The weather wasn't too balmy, the company was fun and I had my camera.


Perhaps if I had used this card for my transactions, like, for my Taipei trip, this wouldn't have happened. But once again, thank you, Mr/Miss Random Person!

I know National Day is over. And it's embarassing to sound patriotic these days. But one of the nice things about living in Singapore, is how you can find Hindu temples and mosques even in the heart of Chinatown.







And click to see this large. It's the elusive Buddhist Mysterious Liquid. It can ward off bad luck! But alas, it was all sold out. :(


Dinner was rushed to celebrate a former classmate's 21st, and well, it was nice to see some familiar faces again. Then it was down for overpriced, ok-standard supper at the Esplanade.

The obsession with hawker fare is certainly much overrated. We are too busy branding them for tourists and the taste, I feel, have been severely compromised. Still, I am a huge fan of hawker fare, and it's sambal stingray and sugar-cane juice over pretentious cordon bleu anytime.

Here with Junyi, the filial son who wanted to look for his mother's favourite dou sha bing. We toured the entire Chinatown before realising the shop was right at where we had started. (If you really want to know, it's sold at this pastry shop at Far East Square.)
Gawd, I looked like I'm on Valium here.

The next day was spent with some lovely folks from the Outdoor Adventure Club back in JC. So it's back at the city area again.

We had Ben and Jerry's at the new Raffles Marketplace, shopped for Xuanyu's bag and had dinner at the Marina Square Food Loft, possibly the best food court in Singapore with the most fantabulous view of the skyline.

Then it was The Breakup with Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston. Which was not-bad, actually. But I think you will always see Rachel Greene in Jennifer Aniston, no matter what movie she is in.

I like this weekend, and this is perhaps the entry with the most photos ever.

Those To Come.

• Openstage: Something for the weekend.
  

Tiger Tiger.

I swear I am in love with the place.

How bizarre, how bizarre.

Somehow I mixed up the 10th with the 11th. Made a trip down to Lasalle's Goodman Road campus for the programme briefing today and realised it was held yesterday! Totally malu-ated myself when I walked into a class discussion and they stopped discussing the minute I stepped in, staring at this weirdo who asked meekly, 'Is this the room for the film degree talk?'

Anyhow, the weather was impossible today. I was so drenched from the humidity this salesgirl asked if it was raining outside.
I finally went to Books Actually after reading all about it - realised dubdew's latest entry was on Books Actually as well! I absolutely agree with her, trot down to Telok Ayer Street NOW. (but not on Sundays, they are closed.) It's pure heaven inside.

Was at The Arts House for 1+1notequals2 which stayed true to the anniversary theme - bizarre. It was so strange to see the dancers with the bands playing. Not like it was Variety Nite or something with botox-smiled dancers accompanying the performance. But it was dancers and local indie music. I supposed intepretative dance is just not my cup of tea. Even more bizarre was Electrico + Ah Hock & Peng Yu. The latter was named that just so his mum could tell her friends what her son and friends are doing - dancing in their underwears like some seow lang from IMH to Electrico's numbers, much to their amusement since the entire performance was impromtu. And I am one of those santized audience who just sat there when the band pleaded for us to get up on their feet. Localbarboy was fun as usual. The Hokkien gua at the end never fails to make me laugh.