Singapore : First Impressions

In a word, well-dressed.

How has it been working here for the past month? Well, to be honest, even though everyone has told me nightmare stories about Singapore work culture and Singaporeans in general, I'm not really judgemental about them.

I find them......nice. Polite.Demanding? Well, I don't work with Singaporeans per say, but everyone in the project is demanding and most of them aren't Singaporeans. But the general public has been nice, very polite, in a way Malaysians are not. But at the same time, there's a genuineness to Malaysians that are missing in them.

Singapore is orderly in a way that make me crazy. Like making me want to jaywalk and stand on the right side of an escalator just for the heck of it.

I haven't really been out and about. I've been pretty much exhausted these past weeks. But these lots of things to do and see if I put my mind to it. There's so much potential. Parks, theatres, Universal Studios, Night Safari. And oh-my-god, the sheer number of shopping malls boggles the mind. Seriously, the main occupation of Singapore is probably shopping.

Which brings me to my first point. Everyone in Singapore is well- dressed. Ok, correction, the average Singaporean is well dressed. I couldn't even tell if they were pretty, or whatever because I've been turning my head everywhere whenever I go to lunch admiring everyone's office clothes.

Seriously I need to do some shopping. And I really mean just some. Because the amount of crowd at Orchard Road on weekends frightens me.

And they have H&M. But fear not, I haven't lost my head. I haven't really shopped since I came back from France, except for one weekend in Bangkok. This is because I've convinced my mind that I have too many clothes. But that mental barrier will not last long, one of these days I'll totally lose my head and do some crazy shopping. I'm already pencilling in sometime in April. New wardrobe galore....ohhh, my Amex card is already hiding in fear.

The one thorn in my side has been (ok, aside from the insane working hours) my housemate. Having coasted through life on relatively conflict-free relationships, I'm actually quite surprised to find myself this annoyed. Spoiled brats just rubs me the wrong way. Ok, I'll shut up about it now.