Singapore report – 16-17.03.2013 on Flickr.
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PARKROYAL on PICKERING
If one walks by a construction site in Singapore in the month of December, it is most likely that they would find the same site fully built and habitable in June the following year. This massive hotel is a neighbour to Hong Lim Complex, and sports rows of suspended potted plants when seen from this angle.
When I saw this, I thought it’s one of those Japanese brands that’s branded to look European (like Delfonics, for example). But not this little bakery in Takashimaya food hall. Juchheim was the last name of a German who introduced Baumkuchen in Japan back in World War I.
Now I know why Monocle said that the best baumkuchen comes from Japan.
Uh… no thanks.
There is something unique about people of ‘faith’ that makes them engaging. My encounter with Darren King, the drummer, was the highlight of my trip.
Darren King acknowledged my enthusiasm throughout his band’s performance before he left the stage. Later on at the meet and greet, we joked about ‘burning a thousand calories’ during the show. He confessed that his intensive drumming style is what that keeps him in shape. When he learned that I am from Malaysia, he commented that he would like to come for both holiday and work. By then I had to edge out of the line, so Darren gave me a reassuring handgrip with a sincere wish: “God bless ya”.
Mutemath performed brilliantly. The image shows a handshake between vocalist Paul Meany and me.
A couple takes a morning stroll with their sniffer dogs nearby Midpoint Orchard. Many shops open at 10.30 am instead of the expected 10.00 am.
Kinokuniya had an unsurprising magazine display. No printed material was bought at the island.
McDonald’s has a breakfast item which consists of fried egg, chicken sausage and bacon strips stacked within two syrup-laced pancakes. The next time I am having it would be in 2014.
I missed out on grocery shopping even though there was an NTUC supermarket opposite of where I stayed. That can be blamed on my urge to cross over to Johor Bahru for a plate of char kueh bakar and masala chai.