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.
Check out this 'horndog' - willy and all - looking forward to some 'action' at the second-floor lobby of the Singapore Art Museum.
Mas Selamat bin Kastari, alleged Jemaah Islamiyah (JI) leader of the Singapore cell and terrorist suspect, has been recaptured by Malaysian authorities (well done, UMNO!) in Johor (probably while eating murtabak) on April 1, 2009, following an audacious escape from Whitley Road Detention Centre 13 months ago that left our Ministry of Home Affairs wholly embarrassed.
Singaporeans lack courtesy and social grace, that much I can tell you; otherwise, we would've retired the Singa lion a long time ago. In our country, we do use the words 'please' and 'thank you' very often, but usually in such context: "Please fuck off, thank you." I rest my case.
Never been a lover - rather, wearer - of polo tees, but when a nice one (read: pleasant design/colors and comfortable material) comes along I won't mind giving it a try. All the more so if it's a gift I can't refuse :-)
At the Chairman's invitation, some 320 guests turned up at the NTU Alumni Club @ Slim Barracks Rise (off North Buona Vista Road) to celebrate his second doctorate degree. Food was catered by Gayatri Restaurant, music was provided by a Filipino band, and perspiration - lots and lots of it - was supplied by my beaten-up body. Eww!
