I love Singapore and Singapore loves me!

We did the night safari on Friday night. Paid 32 Singaporean dollars to see a laughing dear, a happy hyena, wolves and a fat rhino. The show was quite entertaining though. Some big Swedish man was called on stage to hold a snake and he was pissing himself. It was then that I realized that big men and courage don’t go hand in hand. So yeah, Alina, Sophie and I get excited and run around the zoo and loose our pack of 12 and end the safari with an overpriced salty fish and chips and a musical van ride home.



We come home at about 1ish, get in our pjs and start watching tv before bed. It was then that Chad comes up to Alina and I and conveniently mentions the fact that we only have about 12 to 13 Friday nights left in Singapore and convinces us to go out with him to Clarke Quay [which is a beautiful block filled with bars, clubs, a Persian restaurant that I intend to go to for Norouz, a harbour, water fountains  rewind to the first time we go to Clarke Quay. Chad sees fountain, Chad sees me, Chad gets brilliant idea to put the two together. End result: my backside being wet for the rest of the night.]

So we’re just hanging out by the harbour and watch random people do crazy things in the distance, and by crazy I mean bungee jumping. It was then that Alina, Tom and Carly get the crazy idea to do it too. I obviously call them wacko and later volunteer myself as the camera woman. So they do their reverse bungee and come out exhilarated. Chad gets jealous at this point and decides he wants to do it too, but he had one condition…I’d have to do it with him.

HA! ME? BUNGEE JUMP? ARE YOU MAD? I’ve never even jumped off a chair and you’re asking me to seriously consider the idea of bungee jumping? So Alina and Chad spend a good amount of time convincing me saying things like “You live once. No regrets. Life is short. You’re in Singapore. Face you’re fears” and all that other buttery talk. So I take a quick stroll on my own to consider this.. yes I was considering.. and decided to go for it. It was going to be the new me, I thought. So I buy my ticket and head up those stairs in tears. They strap me down and I start shivering. I grabbed Chad’s hand and told him not to let go, not for one second and he abided graciously.



So we head up..higher and higher we go and with every meter up, I get calmer. I knew this was a defining time for me and I was ready. I asked Tom, the driver of our group, to do a proper count down and pull when he reached 1. He obviously didn’t listen and pulled the damn thing at 3, didn’t expect any better…and I was flying! Half way down the first drop, I let go of Chad’s hand and screamed I LOVE SINGAPORE and SINGAPORE LOVES ME! Yes, I’m a huge loser. So I’m flying baby, I’m doing my thang and damn did it feel good.



I get off that bad boy and feel alive, feel like a new Sarishta. We end the night by the harbour, each in our own worlds, enjoying each others company.



Saturday was our tourist day. Sameer, Alina and I went on a journey to see the ever so popular Merlion. The area was beautiful and alive.



Lights, live music, happy people and lovers and lots of cute Asian babies. We went on the roof of Esplanade and lied down on the prickly grass. We looked up at the starless sky and shouted out the different shapes we saw in the clouds. We sang usher tunes and talked about romance (seemed like the appropriate topic since we were surrounded by sappy happy couples who couldn’t let go of each other..BOOO!). We talked until the sky cleared. A beautiful moon and some pretty stars came out to play towards the end so that was definitely nice. We shared a lovely meal (butter chicken baby) and had quite the hilarious walk back to the MRT. Hilarious because, Alina and I decide life would be fun if it were a musical. “We decide to humiliate Sameer by only communicating in song. That too, ryhming songs. Sameer consistently tries to keep head down and ignore us. We humiliate him further by prancing along streets of Singapore singing his name. He hurriedly takes the MRT going in the opposite direction and we give him a singing farewell.”-Alina.