Orchard Revealed Today, Kristabel and I met up to plough Orchard Rd. As usual, the road was packed with people; crawled out from gawd knows where, popping out of every available corner with people, people, and more people.
We went to pick up my sad sony T1, which had been struck with an incurable disease and soon will be meeting the end of its lifespan. I cradled the smooth curves in my palm and gazed sadly, reminiscing of better days. It’s silver coat, dulled with age; but nonetheless beautiful, lay silently, cooing softly under my touch.
Goodbye my friend.
My photographic adventure doesn’t end here. Now I have a new buddy. And it’s called the Olympus 850SW. It’s shockproof, dustproof and waterproof. Best of all, armed with all the presets for differing conditions, its idiotproof.
Just the way I like it.
After collecting my pathetic camera carcass, we headed for lunch at Olio Lido. The squid ink linguine was super! Though it comes across a wee bit grotesque, it’s a MUST try. We also had the chicken cordin blue, which is basically a deep fried chicken and ham roll. Kristabel also had the peppermint tea, which I must say did not agree with my taste buds, while I stuck to the comforting iced chocolate with gelato.
Yummy!
For dinner, we went to try Aji Sen at Taka B1. I had the tofu burger combo, with a side of spaghetti and boiled vegetables while Kristabel ate beef hot pot. Her dish was really disappointing. The soup base was far too sweet. You are advised to give this shop a miss.
Kristabel bought me a super cute sanrio letter set at Plaza Singapura for an exorbitant amount of money. Sanrio stuff are really delightful but their price is just indecent! We also went to Pull and Bear and saw some nice stuff but we're both on a tight budget for our upcomming Taiwan trip so we made made do with just trying the outfits and almost left the shop in tears.
As the night grew, we noticed this strange influx of prostitutes. Sniffing on the trail, we made our way towards Orchard Towers (the heart of the flesh trade in flashy old Orchard). Women paraded the streets in their gawk-at-my-assets ensemble and we watched them try to weave their magic on the all-too-willing men.
The transvestites wore next to nothing with their rock hard boobies on show. The Thais squatted on the corner of Orchard Towers, merrily tugging at each other and hapless men queuing at the taxi stand. The unidentified nationalities wiggled their assets like sirens hypnotizing their prey.
There was a mash of emotions as I watched transactions go on amidst the bright neon lights. On one hand, there was pity towards another person having to sell their body. On the other, there was an uneasy feeling watching another reciprocate and encourage the sale of flesh.
I’m extremely lucky I don’t have to walk down that same avenue.
On a lighter note, I received a call while in Esprit, Centrepoint. Lao Lao called, her voice husky and all weird. She asked if I was in a pub cause the music was blaring at the store.
Wei, Lao Lao.. can you cut the crap and get straight to the point?! Ok lah.. for the record, I like Lao Lao quite a bit. She’s nice, in her dramatically alternate special way.
I’ll stop digressing and get back to the story. Lao lao informed me that I got nominated for the Service Heart Award. Wah.. happy leh. But there’s no cash involved! Only a makan session and I think a certificate.
When will my organization realize the golden rule that when you pay peanuts, all you get are monkeys?! So start dishing out the dough lah! Piang eh.. the hospital's loaded leh.
Nonetheless, it’s a recognition of all the hard work and PR over the past year. And I’m sharing this award with F4 and my preceptor, without which, none of this would have ever been possible!
