Kolkata: Victoria Memorial & Science City

For the first time ever, someone smiled back at me in the elevator of our flat!!! So I took the opportunity to chat with her but to my dismay, I found out that she was a visitor and not a neighbor. That said, it gave me hope that there will be another person who’d return my smile again, instead of staring at me from top to toe like everyone else.

Anyway, Azri and I have explored more of the vibrant city. We’ve met new friends, found new favourite cafes and restaurants, and oh, did a number of touristy stuffs! One of it was to visit Victoria Memorial.

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Both of us don’t know how to appreciate architecture much, but the white marble structure looked magnificent before us! It’s definitely one of the most well maintained buildings here. Its pureness masked the fact that it was fully constructed in 1921, almost a century ago! Plus, restoration was happening while we were there so it is undeniable that the government takes care of this memorial in the honour of Queen Victoria really well.

Fun fact: Calcutta was once India’s capital under British ruling, before they moved the capital to New Delhi. This is why Victoria Memorial was built in this city.

Left: Queen Victoria; Right: George Curzon, the one who suggested to have Queen Victoria’s memorial when she died. God knows why his statue is there though. Okay, maybe ’cause he was the Viceroy of India. But still.

Unfortunately, because of the repair works, we were barred from entering the building. So what we did instead was to walk around and observe the locals. Two social patterns were noticed:

  1. When taking selfies, men do not smile. At all. Okay, maybe two or three did and they had sweet smiles. But others, nope. How serious one looks is probably tied to the meaning of masculinity here. Reminds me of the now non-existent Mat Reps and their truckers cap and their step fierce faces.
  2. No matter how ungraceful a woman acts, she still looks elegant when she’s wearing a saree. She may cangkung or duduk terkangkang, but she looks ladylike nonetheless. There’s something magical about the attire, no matter how simple it is. I should get one for myself, especially to wear on days when I don’t want embody the social norms of being a woman but still look like one.

Also, there were some families having picnic at the park nearby and it seemed so fun! We shall come again and have a picnic soon 🙂

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Another touristy place that we ventured to was Science City. Exhibitions were not very impressive but I had fun at a particular one, ‘Mirror Magic’. It was basically a room full of mirrors of various dimensions, and each one created a unique optical illusion. Some of them were mind-boggling, especially this one:

Left: Azri taking photo of himself; Right: Me taking photo of Azri and his reflection

How did the mirror that Azri was facing reflect his back? The mystery science behind this has yet been solved by me…

I learned a few other things here, and the most interesting one is that piranhas do not look as scary as they are portrayed in the movies. They actually look normal.

Clockwise: Dark-banded piranha; Spotted piranha; Red piranha

I mean, I wouldn’t dare to dip my finger into the fish tank but these fish have deceivingly innocent faces. Maybe if they start baring their teeth, they will look evil and mean. Otherwise, they look like any other fish I wouldn’t mind buying at the market.

There were a few other spots which we’ve checked out, but I’ll reserve them for another post… In a non-related news, I’ll be back in Singapore sooner than I thought and hehe, can’t wait to be back with family and friends!

Marriage: In sickness and in health

Menstrual cramps rarely hit me but when it does, it strikes hard. I was curled up on my side of the sofa, groaning in pain every now and then. Occasionally, I stretched my legs and snuggled them onto Azri’s lap. While he was busy with work on the laptop, his physical presence was enough to comfort me.

When Azri was done, he scrutinized me and gleamed.

“What???” I asked.
“You’re so… Docile, demure, defenseless when you’re sick.”
“I’m in pain and you are teasing me?”
“No, really. So docile…”
“Becoming what’s that term to call them… Isteri solehah?”
“Yes, taat and setia.”
“Hah, taat and setia. You like lah, no one to annoy or nag at you.”
“Yeah, I’m enjoying this. Hehe!”
“Heh. Enjoy while it lasts.”
“I will!”

Minutes later, Azri gasped.

“What???” I went again.
He showed me the hole his ember made in the sheet and sniggered.
“What the f*ck, Bby? That cost $70!”
“You’re lucky I’m sick. And that you noticed it first.”
“Yah, I can imagine if you see it when I’m at work, you’d text me 10 angry messages like “WTF?” and “You bodoh or what?” and “70 f*cking dollars burnt!” And then, I’ll just reply with “Busy, TTYL.” Haha!”
“Yah. But seriously, that’s stupid.”
“Hahaha, I know!”

Later, before Azri headed out to work, he fed me medicine and put me to bed. Just before I slept, I gave him the heads up that I’ll be back to my feisty self when he comes home.

“I know. Can’t wait for you to get up energy up back so that we can play Dirt Rally later!”

Cramps are now gone and I’m counting down the hours to his return 🙂

Kolkata: McDonald’s

Sometimes, you can’t help but miss the distinctive taste of crappy food from home. There can be 101 different types of unhealthy food abroad, but your tongue still craves for the sh*tty ones that you’ve grown up with. Because we don’t have the luxury of coconut-laden laksa with cockles, greasy nak mampus tahu telur, or sickly sweet chendol, we opted for McDonald’s – we were just too excited to see that they serve McSpicy here (unlike in Melbourne)!


We obviously went overboard and ordered a lot more than we could actually eat, but it was probably the best 590 rupees (SGD12.80) spent for the week! Just look at how happy Azri was:


He was down with half his burger when I hadn’t even started on mine! Anyway, Filet-O-Fish and the fries tasted exactly like what my tastebuds remember them to be 😛

McSpicy, on the other hand, didn’t meet our expectations. The bun was slightly burnt. And the seasoning was not mixed evenly. In the gif, Azri bit into the spiciest area and rated, “On the scale of tak pedas to pedas, this is mak kau pedas!” I had a few bites, but only one was really spicy while the rest were mild. Also, the meat looked funny. Like, why is the colour like that? Hmm.

Despite the slight disappointment, the meal was still worth a moment on the lips, forever on the hips 😀

(To friends who are fasting, I bet you’d now wanna eat McD for buka later, hehe!)


“Omg, you’re really yellow!” he exclaimed

12 years on, and I met an old enemy again. He came unannounced and I didn’t have any arsenals prepared to attack him head on. I could hear him laughing maliciously as he spread his grenades, popping them one after another. Dirty air and unclean water were his allies, both of which I’ve got no control over. I felt defeated, the world was against me; everything seemed to be in his favour…

… Until I discovered turmeric.

Okay, I’m being melodramatic about my pimple breakout. But seriously, this first world problem is not fun to have. I know I wish to have youthful skin, but having a teen’s puberty-stricken one is not ideal at all.

So anyway, there are many websites online stating that turmeric is a natural medication for pimples and I gave it a shot.


 Paste versus 20 pimples – Who’d win?

I made a turmeric and honey mix. Halfway through smearing the yellow paste on my face, I brilliantly asked myself, “Sh*t, will this stain my face?”

It did. Pandai sia, pandai sangat! But okay lah, the tint wasn’t too bright, albeit uneven. After laughing at my reflection, I wondered how Azri would react to my jaundiced face when he gets home…

A few hours later, Azri and I were lounging on our couch when he suddenly launched his face to my face and snubbed his index finger on my nose.

What you doing sia?”

He retreated back to his side of the couch and looked at me strangely.

“Your face. You look like you’re sunburnt everywhere but your nose.”
“I put turmeric lah on my face. Then uneven.”
“Wha- Why?”
“Because pimples lah!”
“Hahaha, okay…”

Later he continued, “See I notice, okay…”
Where got everytime notice one?”
“You do your brows, I notice. You do your nails I notice. You-“
“Heh, ya lah ya lah.” He always notices, and that’s one of my favourite traits of his 🙂

The next morning, Azri woke up and started pinching my cheeks.

Kalau goreng, sedap,” he stated as a matter of factly.
Kalau goreng, sedap. Fishball with kunyit. Macam ayam ngan kunyit yang my mum goreng.”
Kurang ajar sia.
“HAHA, I love you!”

I think the joke about my fried-fishball-marinated-in-turmeric cheeks will stick for a while as I plan to continue with the facial regime, at least for two weeks. Hopefully results will be good!

Azri misses Melbourne’s Tim Tam while I find contentment in Kolkata

“Sh*t, only two Tim Tams left,” Azri went as he ate his second (or was it third?) piece of salted caramel and vanilla biscuit. “Should have brought more from Melbourne!”

I’m a fan of Arnott’s Tim Tam too, especially when it collaborated with Messina to make the special flavours. But I don’t love it enough to be sad just because I’m about to finish one whole pack by myself and I don’t get to eat it anymore. (Hah yes, we only brought over one pack and my dear husband had eaten all except the two pieces at two sittings.)

“You think India got sell Tim Tam?”
“No, don’t think so.”

Unsatisfied with my answer, Azri went on to Google and this was what he got:

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“Can I buy?”
“Are you f*cking serious? It’s almost 50 bucks!”

Azri made a sad face. I rolled my eyes.

We changed topic.

(I think he’s still sad, so my lovely friends from Melbourne, you know what to do, haha!)

Screenshot_2017-05-30-03-15-08Anyway, I find it hard to believe that we’ve moved from Melbourne to Kolkata just a month ago! Time whizzed by and I’m proud to say that I’ve referred to this city as home already 🙂

Funny how I initially struggled for two days straight to come to terms that I now live in a developing city. They were a couple of extremely horrible days (i.e. see here) – I can’t remember the last time I felt that kind of shitty feeling prior to this.

Thankfully, come day three, I knew that I needed to shake off the negativity and be back to my normal state of contentment. So, I did what I do best – Reflect consciously.

The mental exercise I did involved three questions, and it’s actually applicable to various difficult circumstances. They helped me well, and who knows, they may help you when you feel stuck or pushed out of your comfort zone too 🙂

1. What are the reasons for you to be here?

When I asked myself this, I reminded myself that I have the option to not be in Kolkata, and be back in Singapore to be with family and friends. Nobody forced me to be here. I could pack my luggage and easily fly back home the next day. Heck, I could fly out even that night! But do I want to? Do I want to leave Azri here and maintain a long distance relationship? Do I think that I am even capable of a long distance relationship? What exactly are my priorities?

So there I went, refreshing my memory that I chose to be with Azri and I chose to be here. The accountability shifted things back into perspective.

2. What are the life quotes that keep you going?

Michael Kimmel’s “Privilege is invisible to those who have it” has been my favourite life quote ever since I learned about it in university. In times of despair, I forgot these words. But remembering it again immediately forced me to be more self-aware of my situation and position in society.

Not many have the opportunity to live abroad, what more in India. They are bounded (by choice, financial means, etc.) to not experience the different environment and culture, get to know unique people, and broaden their horizons, like I can. And this is the privilege that I must always be grateful for.

While reading other travelers’ blogs, I came across a quote by Samuel Johnson: “All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own. And if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.” This also helped me reset my thinking to assess my living conditions in a more positive manner, which brought me to the third question.

3. What can you learn by being here?

“A lot.”

One thing that I’ve learnt for sure is that my apartment living condition is very important to me. I’m a messy person (Azri swears by this) but apparently, I’ve got my limits on how untidy a place can be, hah! We’ve cleaned up the apartment to my Azri’s (higher) standards and decorated it with our personal things to make it cozy. It’s a happy place to be now 🙂

Another thing that this place had taught me is that I love vada and dosa made by locals. I enjoy the ones in Singapore, but I didn’t know that I could eat them weekly without getting sick of them. Such an awesome enlightenment for my tongue and tummy! Easy on the wallet too!

Of course, there are more skills and knowledge to be picked up when living here – I’ve shared some in past posts, and I’m sure I’ll add more in future…

Till then, namaste!

Kolkata: Sweets from Balaram Mullick & Radharaman Mullick

Eh, that place looks nice eh?” Azri remarked a few days ago as we drove past a dessert shop, on the way home. “Since 1885 somemore,” he continued. I agreed with him that the place looked grand and made a mental note of visiting it soon.

“Soon” arrived this afternoon and I realized that my brain capacity to remember names has deteriorated – I totally forgot the name of the shop! But fortunately, keying the right keywords in Google allowed me to find the location: Balaram Mullick & Radharaman Mullick. YAY for Google, oh what would I do without it!

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“Mishty Magic Since 1885” Source: Kaushik Basu

The sweet shop was a 10 minutes walk from home. By the time we reached, we were drenched in sweat. Pandai kan, jalan pukul satu petang bile panas terik? Heh. Absolutely thankful for the air-condition in the shop.

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A variety of desserts were displayed but only a couple were labelled with names. To make matters less convenient, the staff couldn’t speak English and when they named the desserts, the Hindi words meant nothing to us. Thus we did what humans do best: Judged superficially and pointed at the prettier ones.


These six cost us 90 rupees and mild toothaches. Haha, they were so sugary, boleh potong kaki kind! Azri enjoyed the rounded orange one. It’s the chewiest of them all. And my favourite is the top left. I can’t pinpoint the exact flavors but it’s milky sweet with a crisp of freshness. Also, it reminded me a lot of the Indian sweet that Dad used to buy me from Tekka when I was young.

Obviously we still haven’t figured out their names. Azri plans to ask people at work about it, but if you already know them, please share your knowledge 🙂

Kolkata: An Indian wedding reception

Last week, Azri and I received an invitation to a wedding reception from Suman, someone Azri works with. I fret a little because I didn’t have anything to wear. I know I always complained to Azri that I have nothing to wear, but really, I seriously had nothing to wear for the event. “Ugh, should have brought like baju kurung or a long dress or something!” I grumbled to Azri as I looked through my heap of casual clothes. He laughed at me and then proceeded to google a factory outlet called Brand Factory (very creative, I know) for me to shop at. So sweet and resourceful, my husband 😀

20170511_174238_HDRYou can find international (e.g. Nike, Converse, Puma, etc.) and local brands at Brand Factory. Because we were running short of time, we didn’t get to look at the former; Focus was on Indian formal wear for ladies. We scoured through the many racks, most either look too casual or absolutely ugly. I tried the presentable ones on, and we agreed on an olive kurta made by Mother Earth. YAY, got something to wear liao!

(Sidetrack a little: So I read on this Mother Earth company and it pleased me to know that it’s a social enterprise run by two Indian women. They “believe in providing great quality goods while nurturing the environment, and building on the strengths of marginalized rural communities to create sustainable livelihoods and overall prosperity.” It’s nice to know that I’m supporting an NGO. Anyway, you can read more on their Facebook, if interested.)

The wedding reception took place on Thursday. It started at 6pm and could go as late as 2am. Azri made plans with some of his colleagues to attend it at 8.30pm. But my goodness, traffic on the way there was so bad, we only reached at 9.00pm. Thankfully, the rest were stuck in the same jam, else I’d feel horrible to make people wait. Anyway, Azri introduced me to them and we headed up to the hall. (I regret not taking photos of the decoration outside! They were lovely!)

Left: The newly weds and us; Right: Deepayan’s wife, Gitanjali, and me

Before we met Suman and his bride, one of the guys, Deepayan, passed us the empty but fancy envelop for our wedding gift. He also instructed that I should be the one giving the gift to the bride. And I did as told. The bride, Gitanjali, was so gorgeous and cheerful and funny, and I was just so delighted to be in her presence! Because this was a reception and not the actual wedding (which happened the day before), there were more interactions between the newly weds and guests, which is superb 🙂 Also, I adore Gitanjali’s sari – its vibrant colours and sweet designs were ermahgerd!

Deepayan later shared with us that the custom of dowry is not very popular now. Only staunch people follow through it, and the amount can go up to an exorbitant amount of 50 lakhs (approximately SGD109,500)! I told him about the current and common Malay custom of duit hantaran (price bride) in Singapore, which comes up to an average amount of SGD10,000. He was shocked and grateful that he’s not part of the community. LOL. But we told him that like us, people can choose not to practice it. (FYI, dowry = women gifting money to men; duit hantaran = men gifting money to women.)

Another tradition that is usually done during Malay weddings is exchanging of gifts between bride and groom. (“Usually” because we didn’t do this also.) Items, such as shoes, clothes, religious items, and more for the new partners will be presented on dulang (trays) and showcased to guests. For the Indians here, gifts are similarly placed on decorated trays. But what sets them different is the gifts are not just for the spouse, they’re for different family members too.


Here are the gifts from the bride to the groom and his family. (The bride and her family received gifts the day before.) I’m not sure if you can see, but each of them are numbered and the tray at the corner of the room will have the information on which gifts are for whom. It was refreshing to learn this – they seem to understand and embrace that marriage consists of spouse and spouse’s family.


Clockwise: Mutton biryani, paneer (Indian tofu), stuffed puri, fried fish.
(Not in photo, but was my favourite sweet of the night: Baked rosogolla)

Later, we ate too much food and had a merry time till midnight. I’m glad that the five people we were with were so welcoming and very chatty. (I regret not taking photos with/of them also, heh.) There are more things they had taught me about Kolkata and its culture, but I think that can wait for a future post…



Kolkata: Of angry man, zombie apocalypse, and henna

At 11am last Sunday, our doorbell rang. I was surfing the net in bed, while Azri was still asleep. I didn’t want to open the door so I poked him awake, and he sleepily went to the door. I trailed him. We took turns looking through the peephole and decided not to open the door since we didn’t recognized the man. But he started banging the door and so, Azri opened the door while I scurried away behind a wall. (I was in t-shirt and shorts, a completely inappropriate attire to present oneself in before an Indian man.)

“Yes?” went Azri.
“English?” replied Azri.
“YOUR CAR WINDOW IS OPENED,” he shouted while waving his right hand violently before walking off immediately.
“Omg, ok, thanks,” were Azri’s words which I didn’t think the man heard.

Azri quickly changed (though his face was still so busuk) and checked on the car.

“Not our car leh,” Azri shared once he reached home back. We gave each other the ‘Huh?’ face and then just laughed ‘cause we were too confused: (1) Why was he so angry yet helpful???; (2) Whose car was he talking about since it’s not ours? This will forever remain a mystery…

Later in the afternoon, I had a random thought. We were in the car and I saw someone open his door, spit, close his door, and continue driving. It didn’t bother me, but it did make me think of the large population here and what would happen if there was a zombie apocalypse.

“I know my chances of surviving a zombie attack anywhere is low, but I think I will immediately die if a zombie virus spreads here! Like how to run away sia?” I asked Azri.

He gave me the ‘WTF, ape you merepek?’ look.

“No seriously, there’re so many people here and y’know, if I get a wound, there’s like spit here and pee there which are zombie infected and I’ll be a zombie before you know it!”

Azri continued to not layan me, heh. (i.e. He ignored me.)

Obviously, I’ve watched/played too many zombie movies and series/games. (Think: Train to Busan, Zombieland, The Walking Dead, L4D2, Fallout 4.) But you have to agree that it’d be cool to have an action packed zombie film based in Kolkata, right?

Anyway, Sunday was a pretty fun day. We had to buy more things for our apartment and our driver, Rai, suggested to go to a heartland mall called City Centre 2. We got the things that we needed and somehow, I ended up with a tastefully stained left hand 🙂


Truthfully, I never understood the idea behind inai (henna).  It is simply a lucrative business in Singapore to me. When I asked my friends why they do it, their answer is because it’s pretty. But I didn’t find any beauty in waiting and paying a lot for the service. Hence, I rarely got it during Raya and I refused to have it for my wedding day.

But since we are in India where staining is a widely adopted culture for women and it’s relatively cheap (SGD4), I gave it a go and then read on the whys. Apparently, apart from the superficial reason, henna is believed to bring in blessings, good luck and joy. The more complex the pattern, the stronger the symbolisms stand – this is why brides’ designs are much more detailed than usual. I learn something new 🙂

What I found particularly interesting about my experience was that the henna designers were men. There was only one woman and I assumed she’s the boss since she was giving instructions. It’s too bad that their command of English and my command of Hindi is low, else I could ask about this unique dynamics of male providing feminine service to females. If any of you know how and why this came about, please enlighten me!

Kolkata’s Spencer’s

20170506_161430_HDR.jpgHehehehehehehehehehehe! Azri and I went shopping at the supermarket – they call it “Spencer’s” here – and hehehehehe, the mak cik in me is sooooo happy because it’s shopping at the supermarket!!!

Before researching on India, I assumed that all things in India are downright cheap. But nay (nehi). Some items are priced similarly to those in Giant or NTUC.

Anyway, we spent almost two hours there and the help that we received from the staff were fantastic. They might not smile much (omg, some looked so garang) and they might not speak English, but they were clearly eager to assist 😀 And oh, it helps that labels are in English so I didn’t feel lost at all.

Lol, awkward hand is awkward

We bought quite a number of things and my favourite purchase is definitely the pots and pans 🙂 Finally, we can stir up some mess* in the kitchen!

*Side note: Yesterday, I dreamt that we were driving around Park Street and we accidentally found a stall which sells Malay food, including Mee Rebus and Nasi Rawan. Extremely unrealistic dream, I know! Anyway, I’ve not cooked either dishes before, so they will probably be a beautiful mess soon 😀

Kolkata: Three Places of Interest

My sinking heart has started swimming back again! After cleaning up and rearranging furniture in some of the rooms, the apartment is starting to look more like home 🙂


Sometimes a want is a more of a need

Nevertheless, there are a few improvements I hope the landlord will agree to make, with the top three being: (1) Re-painting the walls; (2) Changing the sofa; (3) Having a net at the balcony to prevent pigeons from coming in to shit. And once request (1) is completed, I can put up photos of family and friends, and the other farewell gifts from Singapore and Melbourne on the living room wall – can’t wait for that!

Anyway, I’d like to share on the three places which Azri’s colleague had brought us to on Labour Day. (1st May is a holiday here too.) To put it mildly, I was not comfortable with two of the three locations.

Park Circus Market

Park Circus Market

Park Circus Market (Source: Anirvan)

We came in the afternoon when most of the stalls were closed. Those which were opened had men napping at the corners. It was quiet then, but I can imagine the place to be full of life and bustling when people shop in the morning.

Beads of sweat trickled down non-stop thanks to the heat trapped within the area. Houseflies were aplenty, but surprisingly they did not land on and attach themselves to my skin (like the summer flies in Melbourne). I didn’t find myself swapping the flies away, but I remember holding my breathe at some junctures.

Live stock for sale

The dry side of the market was pretty organized and had a range of vegetables and fruits served full in baskets, reminding me of Geylang market. However, the side of the market which sells mutton (or should I say goats since they’re alive?) and chicken was not my cup of tea. Bad odour filled the space and one would definitely blame the animals and their very visible feces. Yup, this was when my nose could not stand the stench.

We’ve been told that the meat here is fresh – You pick the goat or chicken that you want, and they’ll immediately slaughter it in front of you. I don’t think I can bring myself to buy meat in that manner. For one, it sounded a little too cruel for my liking, and two, this city girl finds the act of killing animals foreign. Sure, I eat meat, but I don’t know, I guess I’m just used to having dead meat in my hands and that’s that.

Will I come to this place again? Maybe just once more to experience what it’s like in the morning.

Kalighat Kali Temple

Kalighat Temple

The famous temple with the crowd (Source: Temple Advisor)

This is one of the holiest place in Kolkata, as Hindus believe that it is one of the 51 sites in South Asia where one of their goddess had a part of her body fallen onto in one of the historic time. (I admit my knowledge on Hinduism is minute, and I so totally should read up on it more to understand the people here better, considering that most are religious.)

So anyway, this is a popular temple, and it was pretty crowded when we were there. We practically whizzed through it, and I was unable to fully catch what our guide shared about what was happening and the symbolisms behind the Hindus’ rituals.

Also, I was very distracted by the number of homeless people around. You know how you see the beggars outside Singapore’s Sultan Mosque and you feel quite bad? (I know some of you don’t, but I do lah.) You take that feeling and times a million. It was horrible for me. My heart went heavy and helpless, especially when I saw a young mother and her baby laying on the floor, with just enough cloth to cover themselves. I was too overwhelmed to speak till we got back to our car.

I’m not sure if I want to can go here again. Really. Unless I know of a way to help the poor, I honestly don’t think I can.

Birla Temple

Birla Temple

No photos can do this temple’s architecture justification (Source: Indialine)

A sense of serenity washed over me when we entered this temple. From the outside, it already looked majestic with the tall, detailed rooftops. And from the inside, I was awed even more by the intricate ceiling designs and cooling marble floor.

Perhaps it is because the temple is only 27 years old, hence it has been easier to maintain. And security is also tight here which I think allowed devotees to pray without being swarmed by the ones in poverty.

Honestly, I don’t see the need to go to the temple again ’cause I’m not a Hindu. But if friends or family come (and I’ve brushed up on my knowledge on the deities), I would bring them here.

After Labour Day, Azri has been working long hours daily. This excludes the long travelling time – Traffic is so bad here, a 25km ride to the airport from home eats up one hour of our lives! (For comparison, picture the drive from Tampines Mall to NUS: It’s also 25km yet only a half hour drive.) So because of this, we didn’t have much time to explore other places.


We drove past Tipu Sultan Mosque and I am very intrigued by it

But I think next week onwards, when he’d have a normal work routine of night shift (Anybody at night, feel free to text and entertain me!) and scheduled off days, we can check out more of the local sites, like the eye-catching Tipu Sultan Mosque (It’s too pretty!), New Market, and more…

Okay, end of today’s post. I need to go back to cleaning other rooms of the apartment 🙂