Ilisha is Indian, really. Her Mum is from the North of India. Her dad is from the south (though her Great Grandfather moved to Singapore, so that's about as Indian-Singaporean as it gets).
So the first place we went was the Little India District/ Serangoon Road.
We had Indian food at Murgans where I ate with my hands for the first time. Full on eating thosai and idli with four different sauces dipping and making a mess. It was fun. And yummy :D
We then went to Mustafa shopping centre. It's all owned by one family, all connecting but basically the size of a mall. As it's owned by a Muslim family, the only things you can't buy there are pork and alcohol. So Ilisha's Mum said when we were driving there, 'Say anything, and I will tell you that they have it.' My response was 'Traffic Lights'. Well, they have everything but pork, alcohol and traffic lights apparently.
I even got a little henna on the back of my left shoulder.
This afternoon Ilisha and I rode bikes to the nearby Botanical Gardens, lay down in the grass and covered the time we've missed since not being together. I didn't realize until I got here that there was a haze problem. I have never heard of the psi reading/level until today. If it's over 60, no tennis. We have masks incase it gets too bad. But they're those heavy duty circular masks that don't look very comfortable, so I really hope not.
We took a dip in the pool and now we're about to go to the Temple with her father and friends.
I can't believe I've actually caught up with my blog up to this point! Whoop!
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