Going to the firing range is by all means no fun for me. It may be an adrenaline rush for aspiring snipers who acquire marksmanship as easy one would a McDonald's meal, but for 'bobo (or elephant) shooters' like myself it's pure living hell.
I don't know about the neighboring islands of Indonesia (it was a bit foggy), but on the afternoon I took the ride - or rather, flight - on the world's largest observation wheel I could clearly descry hordes of Liverpool F. C. fans hogging the National Stadium and waiting for The Reds to rout our home boys. (FYI: 1 revolution ≈ 35 minutes)
The 44-year-old Undertaker is seeing the 28-year-old Michelle McCool. Unreal! He's old enough to be her uncle, for Pete's sake! I know there are more extreme cases of May-December romances (especially in Hollywood), but this is bad enough. (Or should I feel happy for them? Maybe I'm just jealous...)
With the completion of Marina Reservoir, Singapore's catchment area now stands at a third the size of our island. That means we're self-sustainable in terms of water supply and no longer need to 'see Malaysia's face' (read: Mahatir and his outrageous 'bomb threats') for a drink of fluid.
My sis, apparently! She's got, like, the most photographic memory (of the most trivial things) among anyone I know – from childhood stuff to books we read for Grade 7's literature class, such as this almost unheard-of 'non-seller' by one Sylvia Sherry. Absolutely amazing.
Singapore Polytechnic must be the only local education institution with its own dedicated, direct (covered) link from school campus to an MRT station (Dover) that was specially constructed in 2001 to serve students there.
After a hearty group dinner (I didn't get to sample the cereal prawns!), we sashayed over to Level 8 of Cathay Cineleisure, where the next 2½ hours were spent belting out golden melodies at K Box.
