I regret not bringing my camera along with me on my trip to The Fine City/Island/Country of Singapore™, because I’ve seen some of the lulziest things there. Like how, upon arriving to the Immigration building, there’s a huge sign that reads out what’s BANNED and ILLEGAL in Singapore; guns, explosives and the ever classic CHEWING GUM. Of all things, am I right?
So anyway, I think my little two day trip to Singapore made me a little bit more thankful and grateful of Malaysia. I know I jest and jeer about the mother land here in my blog, but in all honesty, it’s a lot better than Singapore (and you don’t even have to try very hard to do that).
We went there by train, just to spice things up and good lord, I’m glad we managed to get 1st class berths/compartments back and forth, because I honestly do NOT want to share breathing space with strangers ; w; Call me what you want, but it IS a little unnerving. Besides, I like the idea of a little privacy (and my own bathroom, lol!).
I DID NOT ENJOY THAT IMMIGRATION OFFICE BEFORE THE CAUSEWAY HOWEVER >:( Sweet mother of Jesus and Mary, it was so cold that the moment I ENTERED I was already SHIVERING and I had a nice comfy wool cardi on my back D: Held there for 45 minutes or so, egad, no food or drinks allowed and we were all assembled into this room under CCTV :\
Got there about 8am, which is earlier than expected haha. But yeah, had a nice breakfast at the hotel, because even though I could deal with the 3-in-1 mixed coffee they served on the train, I don’t care much for cubed up sawdust they pass off for cake :p Oh yes, I am a foodie 
Chatted a bit with some of the people my dad had to meet and since we had an ENTIRE day to kill (we had to be at the station by 9.30 at night to catch our train back), so we headed to Vivo City and Harbourfront. Which, honestly, isn’t a bad place to shop, they’ve got a lot better variety than what Malaysia usually offers (I wish I had the money to get myself Burberry’s The Beat scent). I couldn’t get everything I wanted though and couldn’t manage to get anything back for anyone outside my immediate family XD
What really surprised me about Singapore was their sense of timing. My dad and I were at two said malls at what? 11am and most of the shops and restaurants haven’t even opened yet, save for a few stalls here and there. Malls in the States, even in Malaysia, open at maybe 9am or 10am at most, never later. Walked around for a while till we decided to catch’The Curious Case of Benjamin Button’, which was a really interesting movie, aye?

So yeah, movie was lovely, had lunch at Modesto’s before that however. At about 4.30, we headed out of the theatres and I wanted to go back to buy a dress I saw in a shop display (but… the shop was closed and the lady next door told me to come back later since the owner stepped out for a while).
Another thing that irked me was the way the salespeople there behaved D:< I passed by this one stall FOUR times and these wee little people came up to me going, “MAY I ASK YOU A QUESTION? :D” to which I responded with a resounding “NO D:<”. Not impressing me, Singapore.
Worst one was when we got our shopping done, this WOMAN just came up to me, stopping me in my way, staring at me with her face and just burst out saying, “STOP! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!! :D” I guess she never gets the reaction I gave her, which was a confused look, a heavy blink and a shake of my head while moving on with my life, because she seemed pretty surprised.
Heading down a level, this… this man I think, was trying to sell me CURLING IRONS. Singaporeans must not very good eyesight, or little to no common sense (I guess with the banning of chewing gum…) because it’s very hard to sell curling irons to a girl WHO HAS A HEAD FULL OF BIG VIVACIOUS SEXY CURLS. Hell, I’m KNOWN for my curls D: And here we go, this man-thing selling it to me.
I wasn’t very impressed at all.
What really got me laughing was a man trying to sell my DAD of all people beautiful dainty rings for Valentine’s Day, and he just brushed him off with, “Does it look like I need a pretty ring on my pretty finger?”. Salesman tried to justify it by saying that it could be for ‘your wife’ and pointed to me.
I didn’t know 50-year-old women wore tight jeans and university labels on her
Oh Sillypore!
While I don’t think so much for Malaysian driving skills, at least getting in a taxi here doesn’t have you brushing with death every so often. I mean honestly, the way some of the driver’s there go through their routes is… pretty scary D:
I managed to survive it though, and I couldn’t recall a more happier day when I landed in the Kajang station, knowing I was in the land that made proper roti canai and don’t skimp on the sugar in the drinks ; w;
I meant no offense to any and all Singaporeans out there XD