The Grand Chandelier
I am sitting here in a couch. I am so tired. I still have jet log since I traveled half the globe just to get this dream Asian vacation. This hotel in Singapore is very peculiar; it has adapted and had a really nice mix of the Asian and Western culture. Hanging just up above me is a really big chandelier. The chandelier looks glamorous with its spontaneous streaks of silver and crystal. The chandelier is very big and it hangs from the ceiling and it could almost touch the guests’ heads. Had Yao Ming been here, the chandelier would surely touch his head. Maybe if that happens the chandelier would chime, oh, silly me, I just have to leave Yao and the chandelier alone.