- Me, my cellphone and Singapore? We're not meant to be. On my first visit, my international roaming was just an idea. It didn't work. It was something I counted on the moment the plane landed but left me so out of reach for the whole trip I didn't know what to do with myself . I felt like a drug addict undergoing withdrawal. Every single day I would check my phone in the morning hoping to see something on the signal indicator. Nada. One week I was depressed because I can't use my phone except to take pictures. It felt ridiculous charging it twice because it didn't serve its main purpose. Five years later, I finally have that "Welcome to Singapore" message on my mobile the second I turned it on. But then in two hours, whether I have roaming or not didn't matter. I have no mobile device to speak of. Welcome to Singapore indeed!
- New shoes, new sandals, never a good idea. On the fourth day, my niece, the curious child that she is, asked why I have bandages (yes, plural) all over my feet.
- Short pants equals mosquitoes. I was so traumatized by my last vacation I promised myself to never go anywhere wintry again. Or at least the next time I go out of the country. And I was happy, deliriously so, to be able to go out and about not wearing jeans or any warm clothes. Not a fan of layering, me no deny it. Funny how you don't factor the little things when you think you had your way. I got home from a day of fun with mosquito bites all over my legs. Off! lotion failed to do what it's supposed to do.
- City tour, never again. You wait and wait, and wait, and wait. Precious time wasted.
- This one's so unusual it took me a while to get over it. Dog poop in the sidewalk. Like seriously. The Singapore we all know is changing and I should have realized it after my mind reconciled with the fact I actually lost my phone in this city-state.
