Last Weekend and First Day

I am very behind on blogging as I was looking for a place to live over the week, while training at my new job this week as well.  I did manage to blog a little bit in Word, so here's the update for last weekend:

The Weekend

I don’t really start work until Monday, so really the whole week was like a holiday/long weekend for me.  Friday I am so tired from this long week, I stay in with the chiro couple and hang out.  They are some of the coolest and nicest people I have ever met.  We have that Palmer connection (for my Palmer peeps, you know exactly what I’m talking about).  He went to Palmer up until sixth tri before he transferred and she was working in the quad cities when they met.  One really cool thing they did is travel all around Mexico for four months while he practiced there.  She taught me so much about Mexico that I never knew.  Here’s the awesome couple:

(pics will have to come later, they are not uploading for me now :( )

They take me for my first real Singaporean style eatery.  These are called Hawka Centers and they have them all over the city.  It’s kind of cafeteria style where you can get authentic local food from all these different venders.  I get prawn and noodle soup:

(Insert bowl of soup with noodles, vegetables, and prawns)

  Then I top it off with coconut ice cream from a local ice cream shop J

Saturday is my last night to have fun before I start work early on Monday morning so I am determined to go out and have a good time.  My Aussie friend meets me at the area down by the water called Boat Quay for drinks in a bit.  We meet at the Prince of Wales (2) and talk to the two female bartenders who are both from New Zealand (and yes they were young, blonde, and very cute for you male blog readers ;-)).  Later we go to the Prince of Wales (1) back in Little India and hang out with our English friends.  It ends up being another fun and very late night out J Ever since the other night, I start thinking in an English accent.  I don’t start talking like them except I throw in the occasional “mate” or “bloke” just having fun, but I can’t stop my thoughts from having an accent.  Isn’t that weird??  Here are some of the mates:

(Insert 4 mates here)

I am amazed at these young guns who are working here and making good money at such a young age.  One of them works with gold mines that he gets investors to invest in (or something like that?).  When he makes a deal, he gets 5% of whatever that is.  I can only imagine what 5% of an investment in a gold mine is!  Another does some kind of property investment or something similar.  Some of these blokes are only 22 years old!    

I am a little sad that my full days of aimless wandering and exploring are over… Do I really have to start work tomorrow? L