The last day in Singapore
Don't they look sweet?
The night before they left my mum, grandmother, aunt J, cousins G and J and me went to have dinner and later on to Conrad Centinniel. We were just enjoying each other's company, chit-chatting away. I apologise for my pic here. I looked like I stepped off route 66 in a catch-22 situation. The whitish patch on my shirt is not my bra, it was the discoloration on my black shirt that was immensely highlighted by the powerful digicam flash.
My mum and me left Conrad at approximately 8=pm and the rest at 9+.
The next morning, all of us including my god-ma went to the air-port to see them off.