Going to the Zoo

Day 7

Last full day of our holiday in Singapore, and I wanted to go to the Zoo. I feel like a giddy kid, excited about seeing elephants, lions, snakes and of course, the polar bear (which my sister wanted me to take a picture of).

My sister introduced me to this computer game, The Zoo Tycoon where you build a zoo, buy animals, get zookeepers, put restaurants and food stands and cater to all your customers needs. I liked it. I spent hours after hours making my zoo the way I like it.

After leaving the cityscape and entering a brand new side of Singapore (suburban...is the best way I can describe it) we finally saw the sign...Singapore Zoo.Wee!

Guess I was wrong to wear a sleeved shirt. Shet. I think I got shirt marks (burns) on my arms! We walked, take pictures, and I told Liza all about my make believe zoo and how hard, difficult it is to make a balance between pleasing the animals, and pleasing the guests. We noted where the polar bear is located, and then we explored and took pictures of the other animals.

We attended one show, where they showed us the Orangutan, the monkeys, the seals, the snakes and I was introduced to how happy Japanese are as tourists. They squealed, and laughed and enjoyed every moment of the show. I guess I literally became older from when I was a kid anxiously wanting to go to the zoo that morning to an almost 30 year old woman, watching a children's show.

Anyway, we had lunch at KFC, and then walked back to the polar bear where they are scheduled for feeding. And yes, they were amazing, they were cute and they were huge. I wanted to bring one home with me.

So I did. I tried to resist buying a stuff Polar bear, but the expression on the stuff toy's face is so adorable that I have to risk earning my mother's wrath (at buying a stuff toy for myself as a 29th birthday gift!) and taking it home with me.

Guh. He's just so adorable. Can't help it. Can't help falling in love with it.

I took him home, keeping him inside the plastic bag, especially when we arrived at the MRT station and it was raining cats and dogs. One minute Singapore sun is burning my skin, the next the rain is drenching my jeans. Sheesh.

We went back to the city drenched and hungry, and went to have early dinner. I wanted to have mine at Tong Seng, and I was encouraging Liza to try the food at another store, but then when I ordered my last Roasted Chicken from Uncle, she did too.

And like the manangs we were from the first night in Singapore, we stayed and packed and just talked our last night in the city.

*geesh, have to wake up early the next morning. 430am. we have to be at the airport at 5. gah.