Oishii Ramen

The reasons to go to Marina Square on Saturday were compelling. Ah Kiat had made sure that I'd be there for the Fashion Week promotions. He quipped: "Fifteen percent off for Rip Curls, Grace." Wow. I'd surely get my second bikini.

But another reason existed for me to go to the mall. I love Imperial Treasure's ramen at this outlet. It's 'z' best for me and it's even better than its own outlet in Takashimaya. Crystal Jade's version of Tan Tan Men really pales in comparison -but it's slightly more decent than the Dan Dan Mian one gets in Japan. It was in Japan where I'd my first encounters with some Chinese food that people of Southern Chinese ancestry do not eat.

Roxy and Billabong are good alternatives to VS. There's no Victoria Secret outlets here in SG -and I have vowed never to get anything from its catalogue after having lost a box of merchandise to my classmates from Taiwan who moved into the house when I vacuated Monterey. Victoria Secret did not materialize a full refund although they'd promised-so they'd lost a customer.

My new bikini is named: La Fronda, from Roxy and not Rip Curls. I didn't find any thing suitable at Rip Curls. "There's no discount for UOB cards, though," informed the sweet sales assistant at Roxy. "I guess I am lucky to get this last piece for my size," I replied.


I did not hesitate to go for my Sunday morning swim at the break of dawn but the joy of swimming in my new swim suit was dampened by a 'copy cat' who also chose to swim at my usual swimming time. He's got no stamina, neither good hygiene habits. He was in the pool already before me but the shower area appeared dry from last night.

I should return to the habits I adopted when I lived in Hanoi- day som!