Singapore Story IV: Pray & Fly

An interesting fact: KH does not follow me to mass in Malaysia, but he promised that he would in Singapore. So I always give him a chance to keep his promise when I'm in town. Hehe. Woke up real early on Sunday morning to attend the 8:00 am mass at St Joseph's Church, Victoria Street. Just walking distance from Tater's place. The Gothic Revival style Roman Catholic church was built in 1906 by the Portugese mission. As expected, not many parishioners and half of the seating was not available due to restoration works. More than half the time, I couldn't catch what the elderly French priest was saying (thick-accented mumbling). Luckily the sermon was done by his assistant. Took the customary photos and left for breakfast. Cut through another nearby parish, The Church of St. Peter & St. Paul to get to Food For Thought, just across the road.









Arranged to meet Tater there at 9:30 am. Quite rare that I get proper breakfast in Singapore. Normally its just yoghurt, bread or hamster food at home. Those who know me well would be surprised that I ordered the mixed berries pancakes for breakfast. Bored of the usual bacon and eggs, so I departed from my usual food patterns. KH predicted that Tater would order flapjacks too, and he was right. The place had interesting interior decorations. The ceiling was a landscape of hanging jars and the walls were full of scribblings. Stopped at Watsons before going home as KH had some vouchers to spend and I was looking for some sleep aids for SK. Found what we were looking for then headed home to pack. Didn't take us too long, but in the end KH still managed to forget about the pineapple tarts in the refrigerator. The perfect host that he is, Tater saw us right up to the cab ride.







At Changi T1, KH managed to squeeze in a final lunch appointment with another ex-colleague of his at Paradise Inn. Been ages since I met Mdm. E and it was my first time meeting her hubby and newborn son. Moonlight Piggy and her boss also joined us at the restaurant. Mdm. E's kid was easy to take care of. He just quietly sat on my lap without much complain. However, he seemed to have an aversion to the camera. Went in with an hour to takeo-off. When we reached the gate, we found that the plane wasn't there yet, so I went alcohol shopping. Bought myself a bottle of Cockburn's port. Guess I was attracted to the name. Got on the plane and found out that I wasn't seated next to KH. Wonder how that happened. Didn't matter. I just dozed off from take-off till landing. Back in KL, the air was horribly hazy. Trudged across the hot tarmac to the arrival hall. And the taxi line was so long that it snaked out of the covered portion of the terminal. Saved fifteen minutes during the flight, but wasted it waiting for the cab. Everything was so dry. Spotted firemen putting out fires along the road to Salak Tinggi. So depressing. Back to work!