I like Crab

Joke of the day:
Uncle: “Eh, you know vhat my dream was when I go to this country?”
Son: “What dad”
Uncle: “To own 14-22”
Son: “What’s a 14-22 dad?”
Uncle: “A 14-22 baba, you university boy don’t know vhat a 14-22 is?”
Son: “Um, no what is it dad?”
Uncle: “Two 7-11’s of course”

Okay so lame to a notch, but I laughed like a mad woman when Geet told me and decided to share it with you all too.

So where did I leave off last? Right, a night yet to be uncovered. So Alina, Sameer and I decided we wanted to go see Marina Bay, a beautiful harbour filled with restaurants and fun activities. We get on the MRT and get off at Marina Bay station and see no harbour, no boat, no restaurant, and no people. We see a highway, mucho construction and random trucks lined up- damn we thought, our harbour front in Toronto is way nicer than this crap. We decide to take our map out and at this point and see that Marina Bay station is not located anywhere near the pretty Marina Bay area. *Note to self: Look at map before heading out – Don’t assume correlation between a Stations Name and Location. So we head back on the MRT and get off a Raffles Place, walk around a bit and see a crowd of people and food vendors. The road was blocked off and a bunch of little food vendors were lined up side by side, there was at least 30 of them. Before we know it, people run up to us with menus, each urging us to dine with them. So we decide to give business to the brown guy of course and order a couple sattay chicken sticks and boy were they good. We enjoyed a night of food and bonding. We each spoke of our childhood and adolescences and shared funny, embarrassing stories. We spoke of our future goals and ambitions and gave one another genuine advice.



Next day: New Years Eve!

So we start our night at the pool party our property manager was hosting. There was lots of food and drinks but stupid me ate a whole bowl of rice and egg (which I made myself and tasted super great) and didn’t have room to feast on anything else. Ok I lied, I had 3 sticks of sattay chicken.. it’s chicken okay, how can I say no to that? So we wait till Florian (German guy) finishes his mackingness on “new dream girl” [dream girl changes every 3 hours] and we head to the MRT in pack of 15 only to find another 100000000000 people heading the same way. We decided to go to Sentosa Island for New Years, the biggest, baddest beach party in Singapore. It was absolutely amazing. There were djs, live bands, foam, food and lots of crazy drunk Asians. The Indian men were the best though… hahahaha… oh man, Sagar has nothing on these Indians, I have videos to prove it. We decide to leave the island at around 4 am, as we were getting super tired and had a funny drunken American by the name of Tom on our hands. God, it was hilarious, I never met such a funny drunk in my whole life and yes we have videos of that too. So I get home first and head into the shower. Alina, Sameer, Florian and Mikko get stuck outside [note: our keys don’t work and so we find ourselves locked out many times] so I try desperately to open the door but fail miserably. Mikko says to get Chad (American) or Kasper (Finnish) to help me. Their home I asked? I doubt their home I say, if they were they’d hear the ruckus and come help me, but I go to their door just to make sure. Knock on Chad’s like a mad woman and no1 answers. I open Kasper’s door expecting to see nothing and boy nothing was nowhere close to what I saw. Yes, yes, my dear roommate Kasper had a lady friend over and boy did I feel embarrassed. So finally Kasper manages to get the door open and I become aware of the definition of the “shirt on door”. Shirt on door = hanky panky = don’t walk in Sarishta. Got it!

The Roomates!

Jan 1 Night:

Brian takes Alina and I out for dinner and dessert. It was lovely, we had the yummiest crab oatmeal snacker in the world! Once Brian found out about my low risk lifestyle, both Alina and him tagged teamed my case and drilled me on how I should live life on the edge. “It’s like investments. The higher the risk, the higher the return.” Baby steps they say… we’ll start you off with roller coasters and maybe bungee jumping in Thailand. HAHA.. Me? Bungee jumping? I haven’t even jumped off a diving board yet!! So we decided we’d start off with jumping off a chair, who knows, maybe if this whole thing goes as planned, I’ll be able to do something reckless like snorkeling by the end of my trip.



Jan 2:

Orientation day. All us exchange students were packed in a lecture room for hours, listening to school and admin nonchalant. But Sameer and I kept it real of course by randomly screaming things like SAMOSA and BOOGERS and throwing things at the random Asian kids in front of us. What can I say? I’m a kid and I vant to have deh fun! We get a tour of the campus and damn is it high tech and sexy. Alina and I head to “Change Alley” once done to get our money exchanged at a prime rate. I do my best bargaining possible, but end up with the rate given on the board. I started with 600 dollars like a baller and eventually went down to bargaining for 20 cents and they still didn’t budge. At least I tried right? What kind of Half Indian would I be if I didn’t? We then headed to Little India, shared a chaat papri, got threaded and bought sexily priced home clothes. Came back, and spent the evening with Sameer, each on our computers doing nothingness. The boys came home from the club with mucho funny stories and we ended up hanging out till about 4 am.

Okay boy and girls, time for bed.. will be writing soon, love you all

Sa