It's the early hours of my fourth day in Singapore. My final full day here. So far, it's been awesome.

On day two, Jude took me to this what we call in Malaysia, 'mamak' stall, to eat this strange dish called prata cheese & mushroom. Now, I've heard of prata bread before, but never prata bread with cheese & mushroom filling. It's strange. Sort of like a fusion of Indian and... American? Anyway, it was great. We also had this drink called Dinosaur. It's basically this cup of cold, cold Milo drink, topped with the Milo powder. It's awesome to drink. Then, there was this other type of prata called prata tissue! It's a very thin piece of prata (roti canai like dough) wrapped around in a cone shape, and it's cooked with sugar. Deeeee-licious. Now tell me, dear Malaysians (if there any reading now), are there such things at our local mamaks? I just wonder. As a Malaysian, I'm pretty damn daft.

(Right, one paragraph dedicated to my breakfast in Wednesday morning) ... So, after that, we walked around some shopping centre and decided to go on the Ducktours that take you around town - on land and sea! It was quite childish, but in the end, it proved educational to any normal tourist, like myself. After the ducktour, we hopped onto the hippotour, which took us to Little India. It's like Chinatown, only, different. It's Indiatown! Anyway, we got these ladies to do henna tattoos on both of our (Jude and I, if you didn't know) hands.

After Little India, we walked around a bit more hoping to get a seat at this chill out bar Jude was talking about called Om Cafe. Unfortunately, it was closed at that time. So we kept walking. And walking. And walking. We had walked into and through some sot of Malaysian town - Kampung Gelam. It reminded me of town in Malaysia, only cleaner and nicer looking.

And after Kampung Gelam, we decided to catch a cab back home, but all the cabs were on changing shifts or something. I really don't see the point, but anyway, we stood there waiting for a cab for almost half an hour. It got so annoying, that we kept moving around, looking for a busy busy road with lots of cabbies. Eventually, we caught one, and returned home safely. Soon after that, Jude and I joined her parents for dinner at this very fancy looking restaurant called Lawry's Prime Cuts. Ohhhh mama. That was the best... err, steak? No... err, roast beef? No... err, prime cuts? Ok. Whatever that is. It was excellent. The whole dinner was too fancy for my standards though. I'm not used to the very expensive restaurants like such. Nevertheless, it was beautiful.



We had some ice-cream in ball forms, and then took to the ice-rink. I am such a chicken. I can't skate on ice for anything. Jude kept encouraging me, or, more like nagging me, to get away from the bloody sides. Gah, I'm just not confident enough to skate on ice! I've done rollerblading and all, but ice-skating... Different, lah. After ice-skating, we watched In Her Shoes at the cinema in the complex. Wow. Great movie. I suggest anyone to watch it. It's got a great story. It's a beautiful family story.

Jude took me back to Om Cafe, with a friend of hers, Clem. This time, the bar was open and we had dinner there. Dinner was good. For dessert, Jude ordered an apple-mint sheesha. It's this Indian thing that has tobacco, the skin of fruits and water. It was very light, and it was like smoking. It was such a strange experience. You breathe the air from this pipe that is connected to this tall thing, and you slowly blow the smoke out - only then can you taste the flavours of the fruits. It kind of scratches your throat if you don't breathe it in properly. Good experience, nevertheless.

We reluctantly went to Clarke Quay where Jude and Clem wanted to go on the G-max (this reverse bungee thing that lifts you 60m into the sky and down... like a bungee!). I said no to Jude's whining. Yes, Jude, I do regret not doing it, but hey, I paid the price! No worries. I'll come back when I'm feeling up for it. Soon after that, Jude's friend, Zhi, or as I call her, Adidas Girl, came by to join Jude, Clem and I. We caught the boat ride, or as I call it, sampan time that took us along the Singapore river. We caught glimpses of the town, some glutton fest, a few bright bridges, the Escapade and the Merlion. It was quite spectacular. After the sampan ride, we went somewhere to have a late night meal. By then, it was already 11.30pm, and Jude's mum had called two times.

We had the Dinosaur drink (which I thought was only unique at that one prata place on the morning of Day two, but it isn't! It's everywhere!) and some prata with cheese and mushroom in it. You know, they eat the prata filled with cheese and mushroom with curry or dahl! How... strange. Anyway, Jude's mum called again, and by then, was very very very pissed off. Not even I, the innocent tourist and visitor, could calm the storm. Oh well. I hope she gets over it tomorrow. Or. Later today. Whatever. We left, said goodbye to adidas girl/Zhi and hitched a cab, Jude, Clem and I, back to Bukit Timah, which is where our both parties lived.

In the cab, I made a comment about where Clem lived. Chestnut Road. Now, what kind of bloody road name is that? CHESTNUT ROAD. I LIVE ON NO. FIVE-NOUGHT-FIVE, CHESTNUT ROAD. How weird, I thought. I didn't stop there. I then kept rambling on about the weird Singapore road names like Quality Road and Makepeace Road and ... I won't go on. And then, the driver starts talking.

He kept telling us about the road names being named after fruits and vegetables, and then the area being called Vegetable Estate. It was quite lame, so we just said "Yah, yah, yah".

Then it ended. We ran back to the house, Jude and I, got a pissy reaction from her mum and the end. I realised, that late at night, 12am onwards, Jude doesn't talk to anyone but the dudes on the phone. So I kept myself occupied by buffing my nails. It's very tiring. Later, Jude went to have a shower and then I found my inspiration to blog. So, here I am.

Anyway, I've taken up so much of your time, if you actually read this entry. If you didn't, and just skipped up to here, you should be bloody ashamed of yourself. You deserve no mention. :(

Cheers.
PS. I kind of miss home.