No doubt, the sole existence of being in Singapore is to eat. Unfortunately by my third week at the hospital, I was completely sick of hawker/street food. They no longer taste the same. You can hardly taste the wok hei. The food were uselessly oily, I was sick of them. But not all food were bad.

Aloha! I know I've always been rewinding time, and this time round, no excuses. 3 weeks in Singapore, I have hoped to achieve some stuffs. Once again, I've thought too highly of myself!