On Our Way

Day 1

Shet.

The one time that I almost, (and I mean almost, but not quite) I've wished I was still working in DHL, was this morning, when the Philippine Immigration officer asked me a few questions, you'd think I'm planning to illegally migrate to another country.

Shet.

I showed her my credit card to shut her up. Let her check the credit limit. Although that credit limit applies when I was still flying high in the corporate world. Oh well.

I like the Immigration Officer in Singapore better. Chinese cute guy who just asked me if it's my first time in Singapore, while already punching his approval on my passport. I like him.

(Okay so this is an insert, because Jasper just reminded me that I saw, no, we saw someone who vaguely reminds me, or us of my Brian Kinney...A guy in the Singapore MRT made our hearts flutter just a little bit faster. He's f--king gorgeous! And looking at Jas...shucks. Unfortunately for Liza and I.)

I also like Tong Seng Fast food center at the ground floor of our hostel. Order the roast chicken, we'll probably order it again tomorrow.

And finally, I couldn't say enough good things about Backpacker's Cozy Corner Guesthouse. We are in a room with 4 other foreigners, and it reminds me of my UP dorm days with gorgeous foreigners as dorm mates. Life could be better though if they are all single, but alas, most of them are either married or with their girlfriends.

Hmmm, we're manangs today. It was ladies night in Singapore, and Liza and I are lounging in our bunk beds, gossiping like old ladies, when we should have been out there, drinking and parading ourselves to all and sundry.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow.