Had breakfast with ♥. Then out of the sudden, he wanted to hear my all-time-favourite song (Angel by Kate Voegele). So when I played it, he mentioned that it sounded like a Chinese song. And guess what happened? He madly went through his playlist to find the song. *drums rolling* It's from S.H.E's 爱就对了. Well it's a nice surprise. Considering I love S.H.E as well. After which we started watching this guy's videos (Namewee). He's extremely courageous and dared to speak out the truth nobody dared to say. But at the same time, he risked so much more. I really wish everything will be alright with him but I don't think he deserve this bullshit that's thrown at him. All he did was speak out. Feels like the Stalin/Hitler period. Many didn't dare to voice out due to fear, but he did. And what happened? He got beaten up. But I'm also glad he's being himself and doing the right thing. But back to the topic, he made me want to seriously learn Cantonese or Malay. Since my dad is from Malaysia (no my dad isn't Malay, he's Malaysian Chinese), I ought to learn something from my roots. Babysteps.

(finally got my pastry cutter)

After that we studied a while at McDonald's. Then we started walking from Boonkeng > Lavender > Jalan Besar > Bugis (sort of, to be exact, Sim Lim Square) > Phoon Huat (I mean how can I not visit it) > Wilkie Edge (to look at Kaplan) > POMO > Strictly Pancakes (well I needed to see where it was) > The Cathay > Plaza Singapura (for dinz) and lastly homed. Wanted to bake, but I was so lazy. And I didn't know what to bake, and who should I give it to, so I gave up. Ya, I'm crazy. I have a habit of baking at night. Okay bye!