in search of friends and booze (sg)
A few years ago, I got to know Pinky from an on-line chatroom. We got along rather famously, and she is one of the reasons why I gladly refrain from generalising Singaporeans to be similar to a certain other pink blogger, ahem.
Then came one Saturday morning when I was in the office and rather bored. Out of a whim I messaged Pinky and asked her if I could bunk at her place if I went to Singapore. She said yes. So I took the afternoon bus and arrived at Singapore at night. Pinky was a fabulous host, I had a most wonderful and memorable trip, we became good friends since.
(She did burn my toast, but that’s another story :D)
To cut a long story short, I did the same thing last weekend. Still don’t quite know why, probably a sub-conscious thing about my expensively renewed passport sitting alone in the corner feeling useless and rather blank.
We had simple food for lunch, but the company was great










