flying fish, jones bay.

it was a pre-birthday celebration at flying fish.

reservation was at 6.30 and we were still putting on make up.

so i changed the time to 8pm.

we sat tram to star city and as soon as i was at the casino oni did i realise that my passport tak ada dengan saya.

what to do? wei chin had to be my boy fren to enter.

and yes we escaped security. thank god.

and then it's off to the entrance on the other side to get a cab to the jones bay wharf.

taxi driver dont wanna send wor. say damn near by.

so we walked with our high heels and yes my feet already hurt even before that dee..

and did i mention it was raining too??

tiu mo...

by the time we finally arrived at flying fish which was on the very far end of the pier, we were all abit wet and our legs felt like shit.

thank god the place was well above my expectation.

great environment..came with great price too, 320 aussie for 5 person.

yesh. i belenja-ed.

we were camwhoring every place that were worth snapping including the toilet.

*how sampat right? i was rather embarrassed too but it's not that i am gonna return the second time. lol*

i thought the ladies' was cool.

the cubicle is trasparent. turns frosted when someone enters.

went casino after that and won half the bill back :)






free milkshake :)



foony using her hand to eat. lol.









my john dory.