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Having owned rabbits (and loved them to death), I know how true this illustration is.
Salutations. I arrived in Singapore at 6.30pm fine - the flight was very pleasant, and I was expecting it to be much longer -, and got a cab straight to the Parliament. The Arts House was not difficult to find, so I arrived walking there just in time for the last speech of the night by the Acting Minister of Information. With the launch dinner - didn’t eat too much, had no appetite, I presume, too overwhelmed - over after some measure of mingling, I started trying out the numbers Lee Ek from BackHome KL (a lifesaver like no other!) had suggested me. Most of the top-rated places were booked tonight, just tonight, which is rather unfortunate. Betel Box wasn’t booked, and was going for $20 tonight. The catch was that Betel Box was located somewhat towards the suburb- outer-parts of Singapore, in Paya Lebar. It wasn’t anything more than an MRT four stops away from City Hall, though, and a ten minute walk from the MRT station to Joo Chiat Road, where the hotel was. Passing by the noisiest Chinese karaoke/pubs I have ever heard, I’ve found myself at Betel Box, this cozy, lovely place. I think I’ll be fine tonight. Breakfast’s provided and I’ll be off by 8.30am to get to The Arts House again. An amazingly gorgeous place. I should charge my camera now, I suppose. Tomorrow’s and Sunday’s accommodation has already been booked. Wishing you all well! -A On Oct 23, 2009, at 11:11 PM, Rahman, Ruslan wrote: > Please update us via email or sms on your lodging status. > > Thanks and Regards, > > Ruslan Rahman > > Amirul Ruslan Writer TELL Media e: amirul@tell.com.my m: +6014-6313772
Give me a theme that makes long text posts not look like shit, and I’ll be able to migrate fully from Vox.
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| Amirul: | BITH? |
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| Amirul: | A BITH IS NOT SEXY! |
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Mozart’s “Requiem” has been playing over the last sixteen minutes, and people who pass my room may be forgiven for thinking that I’m some sort of opera-loving serial killer plotting a new murder.
But consider this! The last five songs have been anything but serial-killery! Bear McCreary’s Battlestar Galactica soundtrack, Season 4 in particular, has a rousing and truly gorgeous orchestral side to it, yes, yes, but…
Okay, I admit it. I’m eating the security guard.