Tiffany's biggest fan

Check out song 3382. Is it another of those videoke listing typographical errors? Or does the typist feel that one Tiffany just isn't enough?

Promdi and loving it, PART 2

"I thought you weren't going for diary-type entries," James said after he read my last entry.

"It's not diary-type," I replied. "It's... uhm... photo-essay."

Three days into my life as a blogger, I had declared I wouldn't go for diary-type blog entries. "My genre will be 'light essay'," I had announced to James, who in response had given me his signature stoic "Okay."

Well, maybe my last entry was a bit diary-type. But no matter, because whatever genre it was, the important thing for me was to capture a once-in-a-lifetime memory. Here's more of that memory... deciding to embrace my newly-unleashed promdi-ness, and thanking Greenhills for bringing my Cybershot phone into my life at just the right time, I took as many pictures as I damn well could during my four days in the Shangri-La Singapore's Horizon Club.

One of the three "use-all-you-want" computers in the Horizon Club Business Center on the 21st floor.

There was a photocopier too... I should've brought all my Hangad scores and made 10 years worth of copies there.

The Horizon Club's exclusive lounge. Never got to sit here, though.

Who'd want to sit in a lounge when Orchard Road awaits?!

Love the details, dahling. How about this bathroom scale...

... or a double sink. His and hers? How thoughtful of them to give me an option. Hahaha.

I wouldn't mind working 24 x 7 if I had an office that looked like this.

(No wonder I was sleeping at 2 AM every day of my stay.)

I just had to take this camera-phone-self-portrait-in-the-mirror. Not often the Horizon Club has guests who look like this.

Me at my desk.

View from the top.

Surveying the souvenirs once back home: promdi na, social climber pa!

(James: "You're not a social climber until you display everything."

Note to readers: everything's hidden away for when they're actually useful.)

Not in picture: Shangri-La desk calendar, Shangri-La shopping bag. Hahaha what a hick!

While waiting for the bellboy to pick up my bags in preparation for check-out on my last day, I felt like Cinderella just before the clock struck twelve, anticipating the moment when the magic would end and everything would turn back the way it was.

"...But, I thought to myself, at least I'd be going back to my Prince Charming."

"How long did it take you to think up that line?" James said in his usual kebs way.

Ass. I smacked him hard across the shoulder.

It was good to be home.