Really, now.

So I'm sitting at a marble table in the void deck, wondering how to start this. Quietly, a man with a mullet, wearing a light blue polo tee and flowy black pants strides up from behind me. I notice him, and catch his eye. Seeing he now has my attention, he deadpans quite articulately:

"Bintang."

And continues striding off into the sunset. Or at least he would, if it wasn't nine-thirty at night. And he wasn't walking in the wrong direction. Fine, he went nowhere near the sunset. I just didn't think, "And continues walking towards the coffeeshop" sounded nice.

I do happen to be wearing the Bintang singlet which comprises 15% of my wardrobe. But how would you like it if someone just crept up behind you and told you what your T-shirt said, eh?

"Bad boy."

"Just do it."

"Ah Huat Cleaning Services."

Depends on what you're wearing, of course.

So much for wondering how to start. We'll be with you shortly.