The Central, Manhattan Fosh and (um) Museums

Yesterday was awesome! Lazy to do up a proper post as usual, so pics!

A cream soda popsicle from Yakawama/Yamakawa/Yawakama/(ugh I can never get the spelling right!!) Super. Instant high :)

We walked around looking for a cafe or something to lunch at after that, but I was feeling reallly indecisive so we found ourselves shuttling back and forth between the basement and upper level. Sucks to be me sometimes! Lol. Eventually we decided on Manhattan Fish Market. Billy Bomber's is right next to it and we totally thought of giving it a shot, but Manhattan won us over cos it's fish and chips were selling for $3.99. I know :D

But then they refused to serve us water. The waitress claimed they don't serve water at MFM, which is a total lie. I've been there umpteen times and they've always served water wtf. But I guess it was justifiable cos we ordered the cheapest thing on the menu (as did half the restaurant! Hahaha)
Anw, wesat there chatting for another forty minutes. Then it was off to the Philatelic Museum! 

Obligatory pic:

LOL. Tbh I've never enjoyed museums, but we've been to pretty much every damn place in Sg so our choices were kind of limited wtf. Also, the museum was the tiniest little place with a nondescript facade but the sweetest elderly couple working at the reception. I still love them cos they were so nice to us :D

And yes it was mega dull! Never again. (Oh, but the Biebs says to Never Say Never. Ahahah sorry!! Btw his concert here apparently sucked cos of his crap attitude. Like all the papers and blogs complained about how smug he was e.g. he reached out and pretended to touch his fans' hands, and then pulled back? SO freakin' glad I'm not a fan. Lol)

 

And look! The Noose's own Leticia tweeted about him:

I secretly have a girl crush on her alter ego hehe

More pics(only two more, I swear!)

 

 

Here's hoping I make new friends next sem! Because I seriously suck at it. I hate making convos with randoms. The occassionally awkward silences just kill me a little bit inside. And it's always stiff, cordial questions, like "What class were you from?" followed by an "Ohh"(punctuated with a fake cough or something). Wth. Oh well, at least there's eleven more days of holidays! I'm damn well gonna make the most of it.