Hello Kitty Cafe Singapore

Disclaimer: If you happened to chance upon my review, I am informing you in advance that my review is not a photo spam or a food porn fest. Our visit to the cafe was under rushed circumstances so there wasn’t a mood for pictures. So… you may want to read another review, or go experience the cafe without any prior expectations in mind! 

The opening of the cafe coincided with BF’s flight to US for his work-travel programme. Knowing that I am a fan of that overrated mouthless cat (or a girl, whichever you choose to believe) with a ribbon, we decided to have dinner/supper at the cafe before catching his midnight flight.

As of the afternoon the news reported that people had been queuing for about 3 hours or so to get in. Had a bad feeling that the crowd will get worse during dinner time and I didn’t want him to end up missing his flight. And so I got pretty angst during work which got me to posting this:


Long story short, we queued about 2-3 hours as well (with much grumbling from my side). What was annoying was that there were a couple of empty tables (some cleared, some uncleared) visible to us from the outside. But apparently the staff didn’t let the customers in, until much moments later. Maybe they didn’t notice, or maybe it is some other reason we don’t know.

BF’s parents came to pass him his luggage for check-in while we were still in the queue. His dad kinda got displeased with what we were doing because catching a flight is more urgent than queuing for a cafe that will be permanently based at the airport. And in the end they ended up joining us for a bite. I felt really guilty having to listen to his dad’s  incessant angry nagging throughout the meal.

The slip up was that drinks were served after we finished our main course, and we got informed that they ran out of desserts. Since it is their first day in operation, I will let them off for that. But since the cafe operates for 24 hours, running out of stock  on food items is not a forgivable excuse. After all, people are here for a pleasant experience, not one that is memorable-in-a-bad-way.


Yup this is us!

For those looking for a review, here’s a summary.

Decor– Not excessively pink nor cute-sy. The decor is based on the theme of a garden (like what is reflected in its name), so orchids and other flowers of sorts pre-dominated the white interior. There are statuettes since no themed cafe would be complete without them #justsaying. It felt touristy because of the orchids but that is just a personal vibe.

Service– Plenty of room for improvement, that’s all I can say. Given all the previous instances of the Hello Kitty mania in Singapore, I thought maybe they would have a better gauge of consumer market to prepare them for the incoming demands. We were lucky in a sense that BF’s dad hurried the staff and manager about 3 times and used BF’s flight as a bargaining chip to get our food served quickly to us, but there are many other criticisms by customers posted online which you can read.

Taste– It was average and portion was smaller than expected. Maybe my taste buds sucked, maybe we ate our meal in a hurry, or whatever.

Dish aesthetics– Yeah it was alright for me.. but judging at customers who pointed their phones at all sorts of angles at the food (as observed during queuing), the chef might have done a good job.

Price– Off budget for a poor graduate like me. Was prepared to pay but his parents footed the bill.

2nd visit? Not for the time being. Maybe when the novelty wears off and the queue gets shorter or something.

So knocked out with a 6 day work week. Ciao.


Management Trainee Week 2

The root of the story goes a long way back. Since time immemorial, I hated maths, accounting and anything to do with numbers. In kindergarten and primary school I often cried while doing math. My mum’s temper was the foulest when it comes to this subject as well. She would get impatient and angsty because no matter how she explained a certain problem sum to me, I couldn’t understand the logic behind it. Oh, and Andrew Er and Fabian Ng are my sworn enemies (Singaporean kids who grew up doing maths assessments and attending tuition classes will know these names).


What else… My mum also signed me up for this abacus programme in primary school as well. If my memory didn’t fail me, I did until mental grade 2 (the syllabus grades are in a reverse order, i.e. grade 11 is the lowest). Yet I am still unable to master the life skill of counting money somehow.

How does all these backstory link to the present anyway?

I am currently into my 2nd week of a Management (or is it Executive? Aiya who cares) Trainee. While my peers were mugging for their final exam of their student life or embarking on their graduation trips, I started work. I didn’t want a break because… no particular reason. I felt that I didn’t need one. As part of the job scope I had to rotate around the different on-the ground operational roles before being shifted to the back office. And yes I have to do even more cashiering! Partly because there is a lack of manpower who are familiar with the point-of-sales system and other responsibilities like cross-selling, making product recommendations, informing them the ingredients in the dishes etc etc.


Okay I am not like that actually. I just found this pic funny. 

Embarrassingly enough, there were numerous times I broke down during and after work. Reasons were aplenty to be honest:

-Keying in the wrong orders and causing the runners to go on a wild goose chase for the customer and the kitchen to prepare the wrong food. Somemore it was only after I processed the payment and everything that I realised I got the order wrong.

-Making a gazillion mistakes with the register and blanking out when trying to rectify it, with the looming background of a long queue of hungry angry customers pressing you to hurry up.

-The guilt feeling of having my colleagues to clear up the mess which I have made, which made me feel really helpless.

Coupled with the fact that I have to calculate money under stressful conditions with the pressure of accountability made the whole experience a lot more worse. I often ended up tallying the earnings about 3 times just to ensure they are correct.Sometimes I would arrive to different amounts each time! How the fuck is that even possible? And not forgetting the problem of incurring shortages. I felt that it was always my fault because I was the one manning the register till the end of the operating hours, hence it was my responsibility to take the blame for creating deficits.


Work has been better since my last major breakdown. Had an insane 12 hour shift last Friday, having to battle the lunch and dinner crowd. My voice died and I really wish there is a screen in front of the register reflecting the customers’ orders so that they can double check and I don’t have to shout to repeat their orders.

But all in all, working on the ground is all about exposing your vulnerability to others, realising your flaws and of course learning how to deal with them. In Brendan Rodgers’ terms…


Thankful for those who helped me to cope with the school to work transition; my colleagues who helped me time and time again when I encountered trouble and created shit for them; and most importantly my BF who accompanied me home after work even though it is during his exam period, put up with my grumpy mood and fatigue, and having to worry when I have meltdowns and all.

Going into my 3rd week out of the 3-6 months training. Will be doing other roles as well but still have to tank the cashier for 4 out of 6 days. Yes I only have a day off, and I specially reserved it to be on Saturdays because I want to go for ballet.

What is Sunday? Can eat one?

Tottenham vs Man Utd!

Done with 1 essay. 3 more to go. This week gonna be hell again with all the tight deadlines. I hope I can survive this.

Anyway I woke up with a hangover I think. Was super listless, lacked concentration and felt fatigued throughout the day. If the Japan history prof asks why the last part of my essay is so poorly written, I will just tell him that I had a hangover and invite him for a couple of beers.

Yes I was out drinking again… and caught the Tottenham vs Man Utd match! Waited so long for this actually.

Shall summarise in point form instead of writing lengthy stories.

-The match delayed for 30 minutes because the Man Utd bus was stuck in a traffic jam. And of course there were jokes flooding social media like these:

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Uh wait… how do we “start the game without them”? Subs vs 1st team?

Read more about the traffic jam here: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-3533606/Manchester-United-face-5-000-fine-arriving-late-Tottenham-clash-coach-couldn-t-fit-low-tunnel-alternative-route.html

Well I did got slightly annoyed because I was in the midst of finishing the 4000 word essay but we already left home to watch the telecast so I couldn’t work on it while I was out.

-We caught the match at Tiong Bahru Bar (TBB)… and here is a draft checklist I made while typing this if you want to catch live screenings at bars. Maybe I should escalate this into a full post.

  • High definition TV with huge screen – checked!
  • Alcohol – checked! (But quite pricey for us actually)
  • Food – kitchen was already closed by the time we got here at 11pm. The match was 4pm Brit standard time.
  • Spectator ambience – very quiet leh. There were a few Man Utd fans around as well but they were more of casual watchers than engrossed, agitated fans.
  • Sound system – Oh no. Couldn’t hear any of the commentary at all because the sound system was playing songs like Bad Day/ Where is the Love/ Blank Space etc instead of the match!

Okay I would still settle for it though, since it is better than crappy live streaming.

-First half was a snorefest because… typical. Soccer fans would know that there is a long running joke that Man Utd doesn’t score during the first half because it is their tactic to bore the opponents to sleep before they score. But anyway few times Spurs came closed but missed.


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-After the half time, LVG subbed off Rashford to bring on Young as a striker, when Young actually plays as a left/right wing. Anyway he made a whole lot of crazy tactical decisions that no one could ever understand like playing the players out of their position. And after Fosu-Mensah got subbed off due to injury things were pretty much screwed.

-Spurs goals escalated quickly! Madness. But proud of the team!

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-Oh and I forgot to add… The referee is Mike Dean, an alleged Spurs fan. He was caught celebrating when Spurs players scored goals previously, but surprisingly I didn’t see him doing that for this match. Anyway there was one part where Dembele slipped and Mike Dean reached out his hand to help him up. And so it got me retweeting this:


-Around 80 mins or so Depay got into a fight with Walker lol.

-Unfortunately we couldn’t finish watching the match because TBB had to close at 1am according to their operation license agreement, so everyone had to vacate in order not to impose on them.

What it’s 1am already?!

Ah the pain of being an Asian football fan. To catch our favorite team in action we sacrifice our sleep and wake up at 3.45am to watch live matches, or stay up late! But anyway whatever it is, Tottenham won with a clean sheet! Man Utd fans went apeshit on social media once again with all the #LVGOUT and “next time play De Gea as a striker” etc.


Damn it Troll Football, it is EriksEn not Erikson 


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-It was surprisingly nice to take a stroll at 1am around the Tiong Bahru neighbourhood. It is as if the whole world belongs just to you and the someone you ❤

Okay linking back to the beginning of the post… I guess this is how you feel the next day when you get a hangover. But I still love my beers and cocktails (did this edit a few days ago cos I was restless)


Last of all here’s my review of the match!

Man of the Match: The whole Tottenham team/  De Gea, Fosu-Mensah (for being saviours, literally)

Flop of the Match: LVG

Will Tottenham win the title? As a fan I hope they do, obviously.

So done with school. Can’t wait to start working already.

And last of all, everyone should read this:

10 reasons why a girlfriend who loves soccer is the best girlfriend ever


Done with Grade 8!

Done with grade 8 ballet exam. The whole RAD graded syllabus exam was long overdue for me to be honest. If not for the teacher/school hopping in between, succumbing to studies and spending a considerable amount of time doing the vocational syllabus, I would have finished it long ago.

But never mind that because dance is meant to be a journey instead of an end result. And some grades like this usually require the student to have some maturity in order to grasp the essence of it.

Of all the syllabus I did, I enjoyed grade 7 and 8 the most, which is premised upon the Romantic era (Same for grade 6 but the grade didn’t give me that much of an impression). As compared to Classical era ballet, Romantic is characterized by flowery/willow-ly style and supposed to look mystical/unearthly. Classical is about clean lines, precise movements and techniques which I found it really taxing wtf. Not that Romantic ballet would be easier but I like the fact that you can fantasize things.

Grade 7 is based on La Sylphide. The plot is on heartbreak. Basically the sylphs enslave the hearts of mortal men and make them impossible to live happily in the real world.


For grade 8 everything is performed solo apart from the polonaise at the entree and finale so there is considerable room for interpretation of the individual pieces. Of all the dances learnt I liked Danse Russe the most. It is a stately Georgian court dance and supposed to look proud and regal while gliding. What charmed me was the music actually- cos it sounded sad and melancholic.

Unfortunately I never got to do it for exam because my teacher assigned me to do the Mazurka instead because she thought I was able to cope with the faster footwork wtf.

Anyway that being said and since exam is over… what’s next?

Open classes of course.

And RAD intermediate maybe? I did the whole syllabus but didn’t do the exam so it isn’t nice to just leave it hanging just like that.

Okay time to concentrate on graduating first. And right now this post below is totally relatable:

24 Signs You Just Can’t Handle Any More Uni Essays

How did I become an overnight alcoholic?


I salvaged leftover Beer Lao from my project mate after our Southeast asian history presentation!

Our project theme is on foreign influences on Southeast Asian food. We conveniently excluded Thailand from our presentation on the basis that it wasn’t colonised. Both of us did the area on Indochina because the artificial entity is too big and diverse. And as discussed as a group we have to bring some local food together with foreigner-introduced cuisines, so I bought banh mi and rice vermicelli from Wrap and Roll which was conveniently located at Kent Ridge Mrt while she got the beer and unopened coffee lol.

Back to the main story. Technically we weren’t supposed to consume alcohol on school premises, but since this was done behind closed doors and no one drank a whole can/bottle (One of our group mate brought Myanmar beer)… so no one gets hurt yeah? And I only drank the rest (3/4 of the bottle) once I got home so I wasn’t drinking on campus. I mean come on… this photo was taken at home before consumption. Why would I bring back an empty bottle just to take a photo of it?

Anyway I found the aftertaste of Lao Beer quite bitter, as compared to Myanmar beer which was sweeter.


Oh no. From some one who hated drinking… I have became an alcoholic, quite overnight too! How on earth did it start? I did pick up a San Miguel during the orientation party (around 1st week of the project) at Pinoyland, but I don’t recall drinking more than that. Then during the 3rd week (If my memory didn’t fail me) I was drinking Red Horse at Palawan. And when we came back it escalated to more Red Horse, Asahi, Sapporo and Tequila shots. And when we came back to Singapore…hahaha more beers and cocktails.

Observing our module mates’ reactions to Laos Beer was quite intriguing, from the perspective of an alcoholic. We served the beers using the sample size cups for foods like yoghurt/icecream. Some came back for more and jokingly volunteered to finish the bottle. Some drank a sip and got turned off maybe because they don’t drink, and asked others to help them finish. Some said they don’t drink so they totally abstained from trying the beer. Some just tried for the taste.

At the end of the day I think I am the most alcoholic of them all because I bottled the remaining beer home and consumed it with the banh mi (after heating the baguette up of course). Don’t waste food you know. Okay I could have given it to someone else to finish but the inner alcoholic in me said no.

My my my. Oh dear.

Lessons learnt from cashiering

Before I go into today’s entry proper… it’s week 10 already! WTF where has all the time gone! Anyway I just submitted yet another term paper proposal for yet another history module which I dreaded. Almost wanted to give up halfway during the semester but realized it would not be worth it to retain for another semester just to clear one module.

And guess what! Of all people who could be biographed, my proposed biographee ended up being the same as one of my module mates. And if the Toa Payoh ritual murders in 1981 wasn’t ghastly and horrible enough, imagine my horror when I read her paper proposal which was on the exact same person, and the exact same books referenced! Well I approached the topic differently from hers but still…I swear this was all co-incidental. Why would we plan to do the same topic and fuck everyone’s minds anyway?


Back to topic. People may say that cashiering can be done by everyone. But if you don’t have the caliber to handle the stress and impatient hungry customers, I won’t say that this job responsibility is an easy one.


To cut the long story short, I applied for a job as an executive in a F&B SME after finding out we share similar orientations and aspirations. But as a condition  discussed during the seemingly informal interview, I had to try out on-the-ground operations for 3 days before expressing my commitment. And so I took up the challenge 2 weeks ago.

I am never a good at counting money – Whenever I eat out in a group, I will always be the one telling my friends “You all calculate already then tell me how much I have to pay”. Sometimes I even give the wrong amount to the cashier when I buy things. Yadda Yadda.

Imagine my reaction when I reported to the company for my first day of the work trial… to be assigned at the cashier! WHAT?! I have never felt so unprepared before, especially when I have to count money fast (both on the receiving end and giving customers change) during peak periods.

So I had a crash course on how to operate their point-of-sale system, which the company just recently upgraded a few days ago. Only a few staff were trained in cashiering, and even so, are not really familiar with the interface. Come to think of it, I wondered how my brain entered auto-pilot mode during meal times, where I just endlessly selected the meal options, attending to customers’ orders one after another.

Here’s what I have learnt, and what I learnt to be grateful for.

1.Even when you screw up and your badly want to sit down in a corner and sulk because you are angry with yourself, you still have to put on your brave front and smile at customers.

2.I finally realised the importance of telling the counter your table number when making orders. Our point-of-sale system is programmed in a way that we have to key in the table number before we can proceed on to anything else. Seriously customers, if you are reading this, please just us this small favour of letting us know your table number. After all, those number tags aren’t put there/designed for fun. Help us, help you!

3.I am thankful for patient colleagues who willingly put down whatever they are doing at the moment and stepped in to help whenever I needed assistance at the cashier. The working culture is one of care and everyone just treats each other like family, even though I only knew them for barely 3 days. No one competes for productivity. Basically just call for help and someone will save the damsel in distress without complaints.

4.And I am thankful for understanding customers who didn’t take their anger out on me whenever the queue got quite long, or when they were held back by another customers’ requests. Thank you for not shouting/fuming at me, because I am already trying to keep the queue fast and moving as perfectly as I could.


5.And I learnt how to appreciate cashiers in general! I admit that sometimes I do get a bit impatient when the check-out queue is damn slow, but after this stint I realised how challenging cashiering can get.

Anyway apart from that I did manage to upsell their promotion items, buzzed tables (when the cashier is less busy and I wanted to help the team clear the flow food being served), learnt quite a bit on how their food is prepared, helped this lady carry her drinks to her table yadda yadda.

The 3 days were short but it was one of the most humbling things I have ever learnt.


Generally F&B jobs aren’t well-sought after here because the environment is never on par with the comforts of the conventional 9-6 desk job. You have to be constantly on your feet, get busy, learn how to cope under fast-paced conditions, pacify customers (because a hungry man is always an angry man) etc etc. But at the end of the day, what is most satisfying is when you see customers enjoying the meal they ordered, eating under a pleasant atmosphere, and with nothing cocked-up during their entire time spent at the restaurant.

Honestly I felt quite sad when the trial ended. Which meant that I am now back to writing essays and chasing deadlines one after another. Basically submitting work for the sake of doing so lol.

Wonder when I will be starting work. Can’t wait for my days of being an essay machine to be over.


And last but not least…

I am going to be enlisted in SAF Volunteer Corps! Would have to stay in camp for about 2 weeks in June for basic training, and another 1 week in July for additional training for Infomedia staff.

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Luckily I got accustomed to showering in cold water while I was in pinoyland. Well I admit that there was a period of time after I returned, I reverted back to hot showers. In fact the first thing I remembered after getting home from the airport was to turn on the water heater to bathe. But for the past few weeks I changed back to cold shower again. Doing this because the camp won’t have hot showers!

Holy shit its 3.12am now. Time to sleep.

My AIESEC Journey (Week 1.5)

Wow it has been a shit-ton of ages since I last updated.

There is currently a typhoon (typhoon Melor) in Philippines but fortunately it didn’t affect the area where we are staying. For the whole of yesterday and today morning it was raining almost the entire day with some breaks in between. Initially there was a road trip scheduled for us but it got cancelled as the typhoon warning signal has been raised.

And so it’s a free day today arugh.

But from the bottom of my heart I feel as though I haven’t been doing anything constructive for the past 1.5 weeks. Well maybe it’s because I am a workaholic who can’t stop working. But up whatever it is, we really haven’t been doing much for the community engagement.

Anyway here’s an update of my extended vacation, and some details potential EPs would like to take note of, should they decide to take up any project in Philippines. It is not fully comprehensive since I am only typing this off my mind, and giving a day-by-day account would be too long (since I have been procrastinating in blogging only until now). Will add in more input in time to come.

Airport pick-up

There was no AISECer airport pick-up for some of the EPs and I happened to be one of lucky ones. So they arranged for an Uber to take me to the accommodation after I bought a sim card and contacted one of the local AISECers about my arrival. Sim cards can bought at the airport terminal and also street side vendors, but I would say airports are a safer option. Fortunately the Uber came rather fast (after clearing immigration stuff it was about 5 plus) but the traffic was horrendous.

Reached Project 7 (our lodging area) at 7 plus. Wanted to ask for a receipt from the cabbie for the reimbursement but was told that it was electronic and will be sent to the AISECer in charge instead. The sun sets really fast in Philippines too, at about 6pm.

Accommodation and Near-by amenities 

The lodging is a 2 floor house, with 6 bedrooms in total and 2 toilets wtf. 19 of us people are staying in the house and one of the sinks went bust and the toilet became flooded with dirty water. Just imagine the queue for the bathroom everyday.

Other facilities include an old school washing machine (luckily, because I thought we would have to handwash our clothes), rice cooker, induction cooker and tiny (by my standards) fridge. The lighting in the house is quite dim and there are freaking mozzies. The wifi is surprisingly fast though.


The location is quite convenient (by Filipino standards) as it is about 10 minutes walk away to Walter Mart- a giant supermarket, and the MTR station, and 15 minutes to SM North Edsa. For an even bigger mall, there is also Trinoma which takes about 20-30 minutes by foot.  Along the way there are also sari-sari stores (ie convenience stores). Other than that there is also water delivery service, at 90 pesos for 3 large gallons, just a phone call away.


Walking along the road can be a nightmare simply because of the noise and air pollution but it is the only way to get there. We are broke students anyway.

Food and such

Meals are relatively expensive since the shopping malls are located in prime districts. A regular meal (as a gauge) costs about 190 pesos at the foodcourt. And they are either very fried, very salty or very sweet. There is also Jollibee everywhere, which is the staple fast food for Filipinos. But seriously, there is no way people can survive on meals prepared outside for 6 weeks. Not only it burdens on the pocket, but also on health.

It will be a big bonus if you can cook, because you can just buy groceries from the hypermart and they can last you for a few days. Initially we set up a house fund to buy breakfast supplies like cereal, milk and bananas, but currently now we have split up into smaller groups to share the grocery cost for dinner and lunch because everyone has different dietary preferences.

And being someone who doesn’t even cook at all, I had to learn the life skill lol. Yesterday 3 of us tried cooking fried rice, but it turned into fried porridge instead because we poured in 1 cup of water at the last minute as the rice was sticking together.

This morning was a free day and so I made a salad for breakfast. For lunch I cooked the remaining chicken and veggies. Was quite happy with how the chicken turned out. *pats myself on the back*

Tried balut as well! Sadly mine was too hard-boiled. There will be a street vendor shouting Balut and you reply with the same response.



We mostly commuted by jeepney because uber/grab car and taxis are money sucking. Jeepneys have start/stop locations printed on the car bodies. Rides range from 7.5 to 12 pesos depending on distance. You board them at jeepney stops or terminals. Sometimes street artisans will hop onto the jeep and start performing (and obviously asking for money). Quite amusing actually.

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There are also motobikes with cabins attached as a mode of transport. Usually it takes only 3-4 people, but there was once the driver allowed the 6 of us onto 1 vehicle while we were travelling to Uni of Philippines. It was maddness. He was going full speed on the road and I was one of those sitting at the driver seat. Fares are slightly cheaper than the jeepneys.

Other than that there is also the MTR. A single trip ticket using 6 stops as a gauge cost 30 pesos. The rush hour is way worse than Singapore’s. When you try to get out, you get pushed in by the crowd instead!

For buses, they have locations postered on the bus windows. They come with TV screens showing movies and shows like just for laughs gags (Filipino version) to kill time while being stuck in a jam. A bus conductor comes to collect the fares and hands you paper tickets as receipts. Kinda old school haha.

The Project

So far we haven’t been doing much related to our project. The first week was mostly familiarizing ourselves with the location, transportation, prices etc. And nope, there is no AIESECer to bring us around. We figured out the directions and everything else as a house.

For one day there was a 30 minute crash course related to the theory of urban farming by one of the Ateno students who is a horiculture(?) major. After which, everyone went drinking with him and his friends. WTF. Anyway, some of the EPs can really drink.

A day after that we went to an organic farm for yet another crash course, called “Joy of Urban Farming”. Learnt the ingredients for organic fertilizers, different ways of farming, healthy drink recipes etc. What I found insightful was how one of the staff related farming to the narrative of human creation (like how humans were created from soil and dust) and nature.

Then yesterday was a visit to the wet market. I can’t figure out the exact locations because we kept changing jeepneys here and there, but the trip gave me a closer glimpse of the local communities and the kind of food that is available. Tasted their street food like rice cakes as well. The locals really love sweet mates.

Other AIESEC Activities

So far there was a causal welcome party at one of the AIESECer’s house on the first friday. He is filthy rich. It was mostly eating, talking, playing some icebreaker games and taking care of those who got drunk.

Then there was AIESEC Global Village where we displayed items of our own nationalities. It felt like a welcome party part 2, or a family affair basically. Some projects got to work half day but for REAP we got a full day off. The event starts at 6pm and we were already there in the morning. So after setting up the booth and all… it was all free and easy basically. Fortunately it was held at UP town centre so there were some shops to check out.

Places Visited so Far 

For once I got kinda sick of shopping malls in Manila because they carry mostly international brands like Penshoppe.

A few of us ventured into Manila’s Chinatown on one weekend. It isn’t as touristy as Singapore’s one, so it was kinda nice to see something still authentic as it is (apart from Lucky Chinatown which is a shopping mall). The buildings are freaking rustic and there are plenty of goldsmith shops around. And there’s a grandiose catholic church open to public as well.

Then visited La Mesa Nature Park on Sunday. Again it was a refreshing break from all the shitty traffic on the road and breathe in some fresh air from the plants. There is a 60 php admission charge to enter the park, and even more charges for respective activities like bungee jumping and paintball.

Visited the butterfly garden which is another 60 php. Well the visit didn’t justify the fee though. According to the sign we can see caterpillars “voraciously feasting on the leaves” but mostly they look immobile, probably due to too much feasting. The number of breeds of butterflies were very limited as well. Some drowned in the water lol and they even flew out when we opened the enclosure gate to enter and exit.



WTF I don’t think I shall talk about this when everyone is trying to scrimp and save. Will save it for a later topic.

Ok that’s about it. I took 1 entire free day to script this with all the distractions in between. Ciao.