Or should I say, Ka-ching!apore?
Because - in the name of all that is Pirates of the Caribbean - this place is rich!
(BTW, if it turns out I invented "Ka-ching!apore", I'm claiming royalties)
They've built everything they need here in Ka-ching!apore TM from scratch, placed them neatly all over the city, refined and improved them over and over and over until . . .
Let me put it this way: When we we there in June, they were already using live jet aircraft and full fireworks during daily rehearsals for their National Day.
Which is in August.
That, my friends, takes some serious coin.
Speaking of coin, someone tell me if its OK to give money to street musicians here in Ka-ching!apore TM. I was walking along the river and passing under a bridge, a family of (possibly) locals walking just ahead of me, when I heard a man with a guitar and an open case singing Jim Croce's "I Had to Say I Love You in a Song". As I passed him, I happened to have my hand in my pocket and felt two small coins. Reflexively, I tossed the money in the guitar case (I mean, he was stylin' Jim Croce, man!), where it made a distinct clink when it hit other coins.
Well! The moment the clink sound resonated in the tunnel, the father and the mother of the family walking ahead of me spun their heads around and gave me absolute dagger looks. The mother, in particular, kept on glaring at me even as she kept walking. She looked like she could have walked straight into a lampost and still held her stare as if I were ripping heads off teddy bears.
Talk about awkward. But really, I just want to say to Ka-ching!apore TM: I came in peace! I meant no harm! I like your city! I really do!
Now, about those royalties...
View from our hotel. So-called "Durian" complex at left. I am all for naming buildings after fruit.
Sculpture called "The First Generation." (little known prequel to Star Trek: The Next ... oh, never mind)
The famous Singapore street food was as good as advertised. A diplomat gives his swig of approval.
The elongated skyscrapers along the river and against the blue sky reminded me of Chicago a lot (as if I know Chicago that well. I spent only 15 minutes on street level there when I was travelling by train to the West Coast. Still, I've seen a lot of "E.R.")
I'm thinking of starting a segment in this blog called "No matter where you are in the world...". The first entry: no matter where you are in the world, the bride will ask the bridesmaids to wear an unfortunate shade of powder blue.
Because - in the name of all that is Pirates of the Caribbean - this place is rich!
(BTW, if it turns out I invented "Ka-ching!apore", I'm claiming royalties)
They've built everything they need here in Ka-ching!apore TM from scratch, placed them neatly all over the city, refined and improved them over and over and over until . . .
Let me put it this way: When we we there in June, they were already using live jet aircraft and full fireworks during daily rehearsals for their National Day.
Which is in August.
That, my friends, takes some serious coin.
Speaking of coin, someone tell me if its OK to give money to street musicians here in Ka-ching!apore TM. I was walking along the river and passing under a bridge, a family of (possibly) locals walking just ahead of me, when I heard a man with a guitar and an open case singing Jim Croce's "I Had to Say I Love You in a Song". As I passed him, I happened to have my hand in my pocket and felt two small coins. Reflexively, I tossed the money in the guitar case (I mean, he was stylin' Jim Croce, man!), where it made a distinct clink when it hit other coins.
Well! The moment the clink sound resonated in the tunnel, the father and the mother of the family walking ahead of me spun their heads around and gave me absolute dagger looks. The mother, in particular, kept on glaring at me even as she kept walking. She looked like she could have walked straight into a lampost and still held her stare as if I were ripping heads off teddy bears.
Talk about awkward. But really, I just want to say to Ka-ching!apore TM: I came in peace! I meant no harm! I like your city! I really do!
Now, about those royalties...
View from our hotel. So-called "Durian" complex at left. I am all for naming buildings after fruit.
Sculpture called "The First Generation." (little known prequel to Star Trek: The Next ... oh, never mind)
The famous Singapore street food was as good as advertised. A diplomat gives his swig of approval.
The elongated skyscrapers along the river and against the blue sky reminded me of Chicago a lot (as if I know Chicago that well. I spent only 15 minutes on street level there when I was travelling by train to the West Coast. Still, I've seen a lot of "E.R.")
I'm thinking of starting a segment in this blog called "No matter where you are in the world...". The first entry: no matter where you are in the world, the bride will ask the bridesmaids to wear an unfortunate shade of powder blue.
That's it...make love to the camera...feel that lawn...look out for those ants...
Inside of our hotel. It's actually a converted post office, and looks a lot like Liwasan Bonifacio from the outside (but with a much better buffet)
Nice side event during this trip: I got to meet up with the LLDD's sister and her family for a birthday dinner. Huge burgers, great beer, good fun. Here, one of the LLDD's nephews attacks a mall fountain.
Photo of LLDD taken by the LLDD's sister. Obviously, she's also of the pack-as-many-landmarks-in-the-frame-even-if-everything-ends-up-tiny school of photography. Runs in the family, I guess.
Inside of our hotel. It's actually a converted post office, and looks a lot like Liwasan Bonifacio from the outside (but with a much better buffet)
Nice side event during this trip: I got to meet up with the LLDD's sister and her family for a birthday dinner. Huge burgers, great beer, good fun. Here, one of the LLDD's nephews attacks a mall fountain.
Photo of LLDD taken by the LLDD's sister. Obviously, she's also of the pack-as-many-landmarks-in-the-frame-even-if-everything-ends-up-tiny school of photography. Runs in the family, I guess.
The highlight of every trip abroad: meeting the compatriots. The PhilDel is always greeted like rockstars whenever it meets with the community, we bring pleasant news from back home, and a good time is had by all. Here, we rock out to the theme from "Pinoy Big Brother"
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