I think someone tried to pick my pocket today at Parkway.

I was walking out of the foodcourt when I felt that the sanctity of my pocket had been infiltrated. When I looked down, a hand siamed damn fast. Oh well.

Actually the potential pickpocket picked the wrong victim. The contents of my pocket consisted of... a piece of string, a ten-cent coin, and a sanitary pad. My entire worldly wealth at that moment, made up of my handphone and a 10 dollar note, was in my hand.

Still, when you have such an experience in Singapore, you really wonder whether you'll survive 20 seconds overseas. I bet this happens everyday.

And this incident reminded me of a certain someone *coughs* who thought she had been pickpocketed in UK when we were there last year *cough again*. 

(Don't worry, it's not any of you who are reading this.)

And on an unrelated note, Francis Bernier has a damn nice angelic voice! And even better, it won't break in the near future. =)