Hmmm… Let me see. Lived in Orchard (next to Hyatt and the Marriot), swam in a pool on the 7th floor of a hotel that cost more than 200$ per night, went to a huge night club, danced atop platforms like fuck cares, saw many good movies, saw many more horribly boring movies, met a really cool Singaporean, tried Singapore Sling (and loved it), totoficated at Hard Rock Cafe’s band, had a tequila sunset at Clark Quay, met up with Manan, Guptaji, Kavita, Ravi; joined music classes, learnt the raag Thodi (or atleast started to), composed a song, read 3 books, cooked dal-chawal for three (many times over), went to a dance performance, made many new friends, published website, learnt about hair wax, mousse, gel, spray, clay, conditioner, mask, serum, tonic, color, bleach, developer; learnt about cutting, perm, rebonding, straightening, coloring, bleaching, volume, texture; met a millionaire hairstylist, attended a hair show, met a few models, played the dj at a small party of people I knew; cropped my hair short, used (my best selling) crude clay to spike it up to office once, went in jeans and a polo to office on Mondays, went in full formals on Fridays, did Avani Avattam in a Singapore temple, made seven team mates (all of different nationalities) appreciate Indian food, launched a million-$ initiative, swam 40 laps (still my dear paunch doesn’t seem to be going anywhere), and of course, not to forget, even met a mysterious train girl :)

Not bad, I’d say…