critics jump in line

Got invited to view Marina Bay Sands' presidential suite and I swear I want to marry a millionnaire. The interior is nothing short of decor haven. I still have a clear picture of how every single detail of the apartment looks like. Up to the sliding doors and shower heads. Everything was designed to complement everything. At night the view is amazing, I guess, if you're into city lights. But in the day our CBD area is ghastly. The stark grey is very uninspired. Worse, that stupid floating platform's seats stood out due to them being in primary colours. Which made the view a huge joke. I have pictures but my editing software is being a bitch so just take my word for it. You would think the presidential suite is the big kahoona but nah-uhh, I guess Las Vegas Sands recognises that title doesn't beat earning power. Their Chairman suite is even crazier. If you live in any of these two suites, you can afford to skip gym membership, spa as well, an office, the cinema, a restaurant etc etc. They have everything. Even your nanny will feel like royalty. Price tagged at sixteen thousand dollars a night. Dare to dream only if you're a millionnaire. Anyway, my posts will be photo-less from now on just because I'm in the process of buying a new camera due to the fact that I killed my old one. My trusty Canon, your soul is free but your remains I've kept in my cupboard of favourite things. So anyway, bare with me for a little while more. Once you see pictures, that will mean one thing, ok a few things actually.

1. I finally bought me a camera.
2. I've bought a new picture editing software.
3. I got my salary in a lump sum. Finally! (no, unfortunately not a millionnaire's paycheck. FML.)

Alright, before I call it a night. You need to catch this.