I was busy typing emails and later on, I tried to finish the article Home Tuition in Singapore before going to bed at 5am. Lucky woke me up near 11am as he sniffed my ear to cause irritation with the loud and air pressure.
I took MRT with my elder brother and mum and met up my elder brother’s girlfriend at Kranji station. Then, we took bus 170 over to Woodlands Checkpoint and then to Johor Bahru. The queue at Woodlands CheckPoint’s bus interchange was totally screwed up. Bastards had started cutting queue and forming a third queue in between the actual two ones. It was beyond control and none of the officials had attempted to clear the mess.
My mum went for haircut, treatment and dyeing of hair at the old shopping centre next to City Square. I had chicken rice with the couple while waiting. We went back to check on my mum and realised the salon allowed smoking inside and I was angered by such illegal act. We went shopping for a while before going back to find my mum again. The couple left to meet up with my younger brother and his gangs at the MacDonald’s while I stayed behind to wait. After my mum was done with her hair, she told me us she had purchased a bottle of lotion from the hairdresser. I was disgusted that she was cheated again as my elder brother told us that the hairdresser earned very high commission for such sales, which meant that we could get the lotion at much cheaper price elsewhere.
We went for lunch at the Hong Kong café because it was my younger brother’s birthday and we could get a big container of tea for free. We did not order a lot of food. After lunch, we separated into two groups. My younger brother stayed with his friends. It was a very boring afternoon for me. Sometimes I had to wait outside the crowded shops that my mum shopped in. I was sleepy and had many better things to do and it was a really big torment for me.
The two groups of us met up at 6pm and hopped on to the cabs that we had booked before we proceeded to a faraway seafood restaurant called “TKK” or “Ti Kong Kia” or “Son of Heaven”. It was by the side of the sea, facing Sembawang. Other than the good scenery, the service was excellence. It was too bad that I was not a seafood fanatic.
We went back to City Square after that and did a little shopping. Luckily, this time round, my mum was quick and we joined up with the rest soon. When we were crossing over the custom, we realised the design for arrival and departure were symmetrical after some confusion. We were waiting for CW2 bus to go straight to Bugis and my younger brother saw the Resort World bus. We left the queue and boarded our new discovery at the price of ringgit five bucks each. The bus left us at Keppel Road before it went towards Sentosa.
After reaching home, we saw that Lucky had messed up the entire place. My elder brother arrived almost at the same time and he was stunned to see that Lucky had destroyed his girlfriend’s new slippers.
I spent some time replying Wanling and Gilbert through Facebook about the upcoming outing.
I started work on the home tutor Singapore page to list the tutors using Ajax. It was a stressful morning. Seeing that Lucky was bored and nobody seemed to have taken him down for a walk, I took him down alone after 3am. He refused to dump his waste downstairs but luckily the poo ended up on target at home. Clearing the newspapers was much easier than clearing the poo on the floor directly. I blogged and went to sleep near 9am.
I woke up at noon and started packing up. I went to Mount Faber Safra to join Peh and Gilbert for our post-birthday celebration. My stomach was causing problems. Anyway, Gilbert made a Doraemon cake by himself. After celebrating by the pool, just outside the gym, we started swimming. Gilbert and I were too lazy that we only went for four laps before we started chatting at the Jacuzzi.
We went to Lock Road for dinner. It was Indonesian food and the sauce for the chicken was quite nice. However, we wasted a plate of mango salad.
After Peh sent me home in his new car, I continued working on my tuition agency site.
Facebook kept me occupied for hours. It was tedious to reply to the birthday greetings; and at certain point of time, the flood overtook my pace. I went to bed at 4am.
I managed to wake up on time. In the train, there was an insane uncle bothering me, asking me which camp I was from and he kept asking me to go to the cookhouse to eat. I realised Terry was two doors away from me at the opposite side. The uncle did not spare him. However, he moved away fast enough to end his torment earlier. Later on, Kang told us he was being woke up by an idiot and we knew he was the same person. I had overheard an auntie saying this old man loved to disturb people in army uniform.
I bought a hotdog bun for breakfast. It was an unusual day for there was a safety talk, which all of the NSmen were forced to attend as well. Basically, all except one shit point regarded us at the end of a talk. We had a boring discussion for the safety day before moving for lunch break. There was a mini birthday celebration and I had to be the centre of attraction.
I left camp earlier together with Terry since we had got the off pass settled. I logged on to Facebook and there were more birthday greeting for me to reply.
I dozed off in the evening and left for dinner with my mum and younger brother at 8pm after the channel 8 show. We went to Manhattan at Central. Gastric pain attacked me but our seafood platter came late. We had two glasses of drinks and they were pretty interesting. We walked to One Fullerton after the dinner instead of taking straight bus home directly.
After reaching home, I was surprised with a cake. The whole family was around to celebrate together. I kept myself busy replying to birthday greeting in Facebook.
I had lost count of the number people who greeted me. It was probably over two hundred of them. I was excited to see messages from people whom I thought would never greet me, on the other hand, I was disappointed to hear nothing from some good friends.
I spent the morning catching my show until 4am. I woke up at noon but dozed off again until 2pm.
While continuing to catch my show, I made progress in my website.
In the evening, Bobby got me down to the gym earlier to meet up with the rest of his friends for dinner at the Chinese restaurant near the gym. It was his birthday treat, which kept me troubled for a few days over what I could get for him. It was difficult for a poor person to get anything for a very well-to-do person who had never ever looked at price for food in his entire life; his young daughter could have spent much more than me on food in total even though I was probably three times her age. Being a poor blockhead, I decided that I would just help him with his work.
The dinner was not really fantastic to me since I did not really appreciate the very traditional North China food. The waiter was wearing home clothes and what amazed me was his shorts. My seat was not very good and thus I did not talk a lot since I was sitting apart from Le Tian and Andrew, while Tze Khit was in Australia.
Soon after reaching home, my brothers were ready to go down to walk the dog. We brought the waveboard and scooter along. It was the second time I tried playing with the scooter even though it was in my house for donkey years already. I tried it more than ten years ago at Bianhong’s house and since it was movement was restricted, I gave up soon and his two cute sisters mocked at me. Anyway, I got a good hand of it soon.
My mum joined us after her work and we went home together.
I went to sleep at 2.30am after my mum scolded Lucky for peeing on the floor outside the room when I was inside the toilet. It was not long before he woke up and started peeing on the newspaper I placed in front of my wardrobe. I thought it was okay to leave it there but he woke up again and started scratching the newspaper. I was not sure how long he took to doze off but I had a hard time doing that.
I woke up after 12pm and went back to sleep and finally got up at 3pm. I spent quite some time clearing up spams in Facebook and also trying to save the Facebook pages from the team’s nonsense.
My younger brother returned home earlier to take care of Lucky’s dinner since my elder brother and I had to leave the house for appointments.
I was shocked after alighting from the crowded train from the green line at Jurong East for the platforms were packed. The next train towards north was, however, far from the station. It took about six minutes for me to suffer in sweat before I resigned to fate that Singapore was overpopulated and the SMRT was totally not efficient enough. I waited for the next train and I started to figure out people who usually stood right in front of the doors were not totally at fault because many passengers could not board the train.
I was late for ten minutes. Jason and Cher Fong were sitting at the entrance of Mayim and Benson arrived soon. Later, I realised the actual table booking time was postponed for half an hour. I was told that the dinner would not be expensive but it did not seem so. Jason had bought a compact yet solid camera while Benson brought his DSLR along, and thus I did not take out my pathetic camera. It was a great dinner with all the friends around. The final bill was thirty-eight bucks each.
Benson, Jason and I waited for Lynn to settle some stuffs with her friend outside KFC before we went to the train station. Jason and Lynn took the same train as me.
I was crazily working on SmokeForWhat again and slept at 7 plus in the morning. Magdalene woke me up at 9+am to inform me that we were going to have early dinner with Zaki at 5.30pm. I could not doze off after that and thus I went online. There was a spam mail from Weitat and I quickly informed him. After some time, I finally managed to doze off.
I was woke up in the afternoon by my neighbour’s shouting. She had difficulties in walking and her dog ran out of the house when she was going out for treatment. I went out but she was actually blocking the corridor that wasted quite some time for me to go over to find the dog. Luckily, the dog was shivering at the stairs nearby. It was raining heavily and the dog was afraid of thunder. It was my first time carrying a dog with great fear because she had just done her operation and her stomach was still in stitches.
I went to 313 Somerset to meet up with my ITE buddies. It was Zaki’s advanced birthday and we gathered at Marche. The entire shopping centre, including the restaurant, was a babe-sighting heaven. I was so distracted by sweet faces walking around. Hirman’s hyperactiveness made the night with lots of laughers.
After the dinner, Hirman left in Magdalene’s car to pick up his from Orchard Tower. The rest of us went up to try to adjust Zaki’s new watch but it was too bad that his wrist was far too small. I was quite stunned by one of the shop assistants who looked nice. Next, we went to Centre Point and Joei got herself an item for makeup. Then, we waited outside for the drivers who were caught by the traffic jam.
I took Magdalene’s car together with Zaki whose house was too near for him to drive over. The birthday boy started making tea for us and it smelled awesome but the taste was not as superb as expected. We started playing Monopoly Deal when the rest arrived and it was an interesting game. Jenne arrived soon and we stopped the game once Zaki pawned us.
We began the cake-cutting session and it was fun. I was shocked by Zaki when he proudly stated that he had nothing more to wish for. He had houses, car and money, girlfriend and a stable job; though he did not own all the best things in Singapore, he was being so appreciated and contented with his life. I supposed having a bunch of true and no hidden agenda friends was another great achievement of his life.
After that, we played the DVD – Ugly Truth. Hirman dozed off halfway as expected as he claimed that his contact lens were too dry. I missed a part of it because Chua called me after he saw my scene in the latest episode (170) of “Your hand in mine” on channel 8.
It was at 11 plus, everyone started to leave and I hesitated for a while before deciding to stay behind to accompany Hirman, who continued with his sleep.
Friday morning, I struggled with my second bowl of fried rice. It was supposed to be my dinner but I took my supper outside and thus I had to finish it before my mum started nagging.
My main delivery of the day was numerous outdated blog posts.
I arranged with Hirman to pick me up on his way to Zaki’s house but Jenne was coming over to purchase a cake at the Amara Hotel and thus I waited for her instead. She told me she would be arriving at 6.30pm but she was delayed for more than an hour.
We went to make the order but Jenne realised her wallet was not with her and thus she went back to her car to search for it. I made the payment, signing off with my Go! card for the first time. Since she did not look very happy after her stressful day of work, I felt quite unsafe to talk much. She drove and overtook countless cars on the busy road and I was very worried for I was holding onto the cake.
Zaki, the chef, was cooking in front of all the hungry people who were chewing chips. It was to my horror that the main ingredient was beef. In order not to trouble anyone, I had a very plain dinner.
Cleaning the dishes was fun. Next was the cake cutting session for Joei but since Hirman had earlier on exposed Jenne’s location without knowing, it was no longer a surprise for Joei.
I spent the early morning finishing up for the sCreative website. Then, I moved on to improve other websites. The morning was boring.
Work occupied me throughout the afternoon. I was able to push the latest design to live, which left me a more peaceful mind, except that lots of contents were required to be added.
Since both of my brothers were not in Singapore, I was quite pressured over where to bring my mum out for dinner. Tengy gave me good suggestions and I was very impressed with her knowledge of my neighbourhood, forgetting that she used to work around my place and Chinatown.
In the end, I brought my mum to Chinatown Point for Swenson since both of us could not order many dishes if we were going to have Chinese meal. The ambience was not nice because the place was too small. The banging onto the chair by the staffs and the loud market noise from the customers were annoying. We ordered a plate of fish and chips and breaded chicken to share. The waitress recommended us a $5 add-on for a drinks, soup and ice-cream to fill our stomachs completely.
We walked towards People’s Park Centre at the Swanston store to get cheap stuffs before going home. I wanted to help my mum to top up her Ez-link card since she was complaining that she had not done it for very long already, and suddenly she asked me to transfer some money into her bank account, and my hesitation to get a DSLR camera died.
I reached home at around 4am after Weiye dropped me near my house. I went to withdraw money and three Malay guys approached me to transfer two bucks over to one of their bank accounts because he did not have enough money inside his account to withdraw the minimal amount. After the guy passed me the two dollars worth of coins, I felt quite unsafe. It was in fact very dangerous to do it since they would get to know my account number.
After reaching home, I got my mum to search for her birthday present which I placed on my younger brother’s table. After that, I gave her a hundred bucks. She was pleased with both the present and cash. I was satisfied with myself for the first time for getting a present which she liked. I was, however, still quite frustrated over getting Jingkun’s present since the volleyball group knew what they needed and would get everything by themselves; moreover, I had much different taste from them somehow.
I had late lunch with my brother and his girlfriend at Subway at Amara hotel. After that, we went up to the newly opened Sportslink shop at level three. We were not very satisfied with the prices of the stuffs even though they claimed everything was on sales. After that, I went to Tze Khit’s new gym to pay him a visit but he was not around. His colleagues and friends did not question me even though I stood inside for quite long before Tze Khit returned. Since my family was having early dinner, I did not stay there for long.
The couple and I went to Kampong Bahru Road. We decided on the coffee shop there so that my aunt would join us for the dinner since it was near her place. My mum came over with my aunt and we started ordering from the seafood stall. I knew I would be using quite a bit of strength at night and somehow my appetite was better than usual. The entire meal including the drinks cost me over forty bucks.
After reaching home, I cleared my email before going down to join Tze Khit at his gym. My first task was to get the six strong men dinner inclusive of twelve drinks. They suggested chicken rice but later, told me I could get them anything. It was already nine o’clock. I rushed over to Maxwell food centre and as I had expected, nothing there could really fill the six guys’ stomachs. I went to Chinatown Complex food centre but the chicken rice stall was closed. In the end, I went across the street to the shophouse to get the chicken rice. While waiting, I went to CK departmental store to get six cans of coke. I collected the food before going to Maxwell food centre to get six cans of cold drinks from the drinks stall. The uncle gave me a small packet of ice.
I realised I made a blunder in getting the food as I did not insist on getting breast meat. In the end, there were bones and Tze Khit hated the chicken wings. I remembered that the shop’s name consisted of “boneless” and thus I was too comfortable with them. At least, I was quite satisfied in myself for saving some bucks for Tze Khit by getting cheaper drinks. The rush to get the stuffs back fast weakened me quite a lot.
Tze Khit went home after having his dinner to get some stuff. I stayed behind to help fix up some of the gym machines. It was tedious to tighten up the screws. I almost thought the gym machines came in one piece until I went over to help out.
Some people would probably think I was stupid to spend my time helping others while I could at least spend the time playing game to relax myself even if I did not start looking for jobs. I thought the culture of helping one another should be spread because nobody knew he would need helps as well in future. Helping others did bring myself happiness.
As I was going to prepare to leave my house for phototaking at the Republic of Singapore Yacht Club (RSYC), the conversation with Joy stalled some time. I was slow somehow and before I realised, time had passed so quickly that I knew I would be late.
The stopped rain suddenly returned more fiercely than before. I kept my pace slow but the water still managed to get into my shoes to kiss my socks wet. I was at the most frustrated mood waiting at the bus-stop but it took more than twenty minutes for bus 30 to arrive. As expected, due to the slow bus, more passengers boarded and alighted and thus delayed the journey a lot more.
Halfway through the journey, the rain stopped completely. I alighted after the junction near the NUS prata shop. I almost took the wrong direction towards Clementi Wood but decided to walk back to the junction. It was a long way towards the RSYC.
I was late for almost an hour but I was not the latest. The ambience was nice and I regretted not setting off earlier. I received a trophy from Diana for contribution in the SYOG volunteer training project.
After the dinner, I took jingkun’s car and he forgot that I wanted to go home to get my wetted socks changed before joining the rest of them at Marina Barrage. He took the highway straight to ECP and then took the wrong exit. He took the wrong again and we landed up at PIE near Aljunied.
After reaching Marina Barrage, we started changing and I wore my PJC t-shirt with a FBT shorts. The rest of them were in school uniforms. We started celebrating for Magdalene and made noises at the bridge.
I woke up in time to catch my favourite show on channel 8 at 11am. It was the last episode of “Plan A”.
It seemed like a long afternoon for blogging. Somehow the clock on my laptop was wrong and I had to adjust an hour earlier, such that the meeting with my ex NP classmates was kind of delayed. The long waiting put me to sleep after stuffing a chocolate into my mouth.
I woke up more than an hour later in shock. I checked my phone and realised Wen Chang had messaged me saying that he had overslept. Eventually he was only late for half an hour, whereas, I doubled his record. Jason won me.
Brewerkz was never my ideal place for dinner. Even though I had been there for a few times with Irwin, my short term memory told me it was a western food restaurant and thus I made a silly and wasted trip up the Central shopping centre.
I had pizza for the second time the week but I preferred that place as a drinking place more.
It was never a comfortable gathering with a few big expensive DSLR cameras around. I kept my small digital camera behind me. I hated the feeling when being asked to comment on the fact that I used to be the one taking photos around during the schooling days and now that others were doing it on my behalf.
I could only admit to myself that photography is an expensive habit.
After the dinner, I was on different way from them after passing by the Central. Missing a bus after the long way, I decided to continue with the walk.
The first day of work after the long reservist and festival break was better than any other day. Due to the cancellation of the morning lesson at Bukit Batok, I was pardoned from official work. Magdalene was cute in her cheongsam and I made her take photos with me.
I handed over the Polar watch to Mr Neo and I knew it would affect me quite badly in my future jogs.
Having lunch together with my usual clings was more cherished than before for I knew there was not many chances in future after March. We went to IMM's Red Ginger and after that, Meihoe and I gave the fruit stall a second chance.
Weitat's idea to get a "Choco Exotic" cake from the Four Leaves cake shop for Joy kept me entertained in the afternoon. It was great to make friends happy.
The downturn of the day was the cancellation of Bukit Timah Walk. Basically, most people had either forgotten or changed their minds.
Last Saturday was Dorothy’s birthday. It was due to the outing that I halted my Saturday’s jog to Marina Barrage. It started with a couple of weeks ago’s chat with her in the office when she mentioned we did not have lunch together for quite long. Since that weekend was preoccupied with my brother’s chalet and that I had reservist during weekdays, I suggested the Saturday that her actual birthday actually fell on.
I was at the Amara hotel, trying to choose a cake for Dorothy as told by Jingkun. I stood there for quite long since my phone could not show the contacts suddenly. I had to search for the recently dialled list but Dorothy answered the phone for him since he was driving. Next, I checked my SMS for Mei Hoe’s number and she told me Dorothy preferred chocolate. She was nagging at me for I was not on my way yet; however, she ended up reaching there later than me.
It was a torment to squeeze into the crowded train and walking through the crowded Orchard Road with a cake; I had to take at least three times slower than my usual pace to avoid crashing into all the ugly and inconsiderate people. It did not really worth it since Daniel had also bought another cake. Anyway, Dorothy seemed to know that we were celebrating for her somehow.
I was quite disappointed with the Straits Kitchen at Grand Hyatt Hotel. I did not like the variety of food and they were not impressive to me. However, their service was excellence. Of course, the food was more high class than other buffet restaurants.
After the dinner, we chose to go to Dorothy’s house to play mahjong over karaoke. I had a few games in place of Jingkun and I realised I had totally forgotten the drawing of tiles. I spent some time watching television in the living room alone and managed to debug for http://smokeforwhat.com.
Yesterday’s lunch was almost a mess again. Dorothy insisted on celebrating my belated birthday together with Hirman’s after we had delayed it for very long.
Daniel, Weitat, Meihoe and I made the advanced party down to West Coast Plaza. Dorothy arrived next, followed by Jingkun. We almost thought Hirman and Kevin could not make it due to invigilation and we could have wasted the food we had preordered for them. Alas, they made it down.
When Jingkun mentioned about the latest rape case in Singapore, my mind almost went blank. The worries seemed to penetrating into me again.
It was quite a rush lunch since Hirman had an event to handle, whereas Meihoe needed to go for badminton competition. We could not really sit down to enjoy the meal while chit-chatting. Even for the cake cutting session was too quick that I felt the atmosphere was really weird. Hirman sent Meihoe back to the campus and the rest of us left soon.
Nevertheless, it was a rare get-together with Kevin and Hirman’s presence. It was a good-willed planning from Dorothy, who even made the effort to email us early in the morning for the arrangement. It was my fault in fact for I denied the birthday dinner from them on my actual birthday when everyone was free.
On Tuesday, my mum wanted to dine together. I was not in the mood without my girlfriend. It had also been weeks of lack of sleep for me to enjoy anything. We went to the coffee shop near Duxton Place, along Neil Road when my younger brother was returning home from school. I was not in favour of that place except that it was nearer than Chinatown.
My mum started ordering happily to her liking and I was too irritated to even look at the ladyboss. We had a very full dinner. The ladyboss tried to chit-chat with us by showing off her sons.
After the dinner, we started our usual “guess the bill” game. I made the highest bet at $48 but it turned out to be $58 instead. I won the game even though it was a far $10 difference. Everyone was unhappy with the high price but I was not really amazed since I remembered we complained not to go there anymore for the food was costly.
I did not bother to pay my mum back the money for the food like the previous times because I felt the night was really lousy.
I was never able to return to my former secondary school for Teachers’ Day celebration since my polytechnic days. Thereafter, army and work had disrupted all my plans.
Last Monday’s Teachers’ Day celebration was quite disappointing. I was not expecting much but at least not students skipping school just to go back to their secondary schools. There was celebration in their current school and yet they did not even want to turn up. It clearly showed the weightage of the two schools to them – the former and the current.
Since I did not step into the classrooms regularly, I did not really mind but felt sorry for the rest of the staffs.
However, there were better incidents to be dwelled on. The first thing in the morning to see presents were really heart-warming. Wee Lian had given me a keychain while Diana excited me with a book on the classroom lectures of Yu Dan on Confucius. The book was in English while I already had the videos and contents in Chinese and it was an unexpected joy for me. The boss and big boss had never run out of ideas to give away presents during celebrations.
Hirman was the chairperson for the Teachers’ Day celebration community. Everyone pinned very high hopes on him due to his usual drive, joyous character and creativity. Somehow I wished he had not done it as well as we had anticipated for some of us had to embarrass ourselves with the Michael Jackson dance. It was terrifically fun.
Sunday morning was the only day I could get to sleep longer after six nights of insufficient sleep. Since I reached home late and only got to sleep after four AM, I woke up very late in the afternoon; however, I did wake up at around eight plus to interrupt the required continuous sleep.
My entire body was covered with aches from the volleyball game the night before, and the lack of sleep certainly made it worse. The efficiency was low and I managed to finish my blog entry continued from the morning, and then the countless of bed harassing provoked time. Before I could do much designing work, it was time to go out.
Mingli’s ex boyfriend had a surprised party for her at Chevrons. We were supposed to bluff her over for KTV session. Mingfa, Andy and Weitat went rollerblading with her in the afternoon and tried to stall time for the party preparation.
In order to make it seem convincing to go to Chevrons’ KTV, I had to wear jeans. Mingfa called me to pick me up at my house but I was already at Outram Park MRT station. I alighted at Queenstown MRT station to wait for the car.
After reaching the carpark, Mingli’s was so sharp that she spotted her sister-in-law’s car. I made a quick remarks of her running into her relatives wherever she went but I was not sure if her usual statement would ease her suspicious. Anyway, we waited for Jingkun to arrive before walking towards the swimming pool and asking her to knock at the first chalet’s door.
She went in to get see her family members and friends, and soon a choir of birthday song sparkled the evening. Since most of her presented friends were girls and the room was very crowded, we left after taking a group picture with her.
We went to pick Wilson up before going to Choa Chu Kang for dinner. My stomach was still bloated after taking dinner an hour back before leaving the house. Therefore, I took only a piece of serving for each dish we ordered. I had only a very little of the hor fun and a small bowl of fried rice. Each person paid around twelve bucks.
After the dinner, we went to Mustafa. The grand scene of Indians pushing each other near Little Indian MRT station to board the coaches kept my eyes opened wide. The entire street was dark and it seemed like we would be knocking down someone anytime as the Indians dashed across the roads like in foreign country. The upcoming Chinese New Year seemed to have brought live to Little India, except that the colour scheme was directly contrasting.
The brilliant 24 hours operating hypermarket kept us there for some time.
Wednesday morning was a bad start of the day with a sudden changes requirement in the poster amendment. Though it was long anticipated with the previous experience, I was quite frustrated over the never-ending amendments.
I was in my new shirt which I bought during the previous shopping trip with Gilbert. Since it was more stylishly designed,
I attended the KO’s graduation party. It was an unexpectedly early celebration for there was still around three more months towards the end of their struggle. We had endless photo-taking sessions and two rounds of cake-eating sessions because Chun Leng was having his birthday.
Since the celebration stretched till after lunch time, and I had to grab a “bao” and “siew mai”.
The most frustrating thing was to receive an email regarding more amendments to the poster, which I felt all instructions should be given at one shot.
In the afternoon, we had a short badminton session. Since Weitat wanted to take a shower, Jingkun left in a rush first. Suddenly Weitat decided to go home directly but it was too late for me to catch Jingkun’s car since I was too tired to run anymore, and I did not want to dirt his car with my sweat.
I had birthday dinner with my family on Tuesday evening near Neil Road. It was probably my third time dining at the coffee shop opposite the E-Bay building where the only available stall sold seafood.
My mum started ordering food without consulting us and the funny thing was that she kept saying she did not know what to order. The food was okay but like what my elder brother had warned, they charged bill like robbery. The five plates of simple dishes eventually cost us $54 inclusive of five bowl of white rice.
They did not even dare to give us the receipt and when we claimed from them, we realised they charged each small plate of dishes at the price of “medium” plates. In the first place, they should have asked us about the portion of food before assuming that we could be big eaters. Seriously, I could not imagine how much smaller the plates could become if they had given us the “small” plates.
I supposed it was the last time I would ever want to visit that coffee shop that involved in extortion.
