Caught the flu. Argh. Feel like shit. And the stupid Lemsip capsules dont seem to be working. At least I’ve Mrs. Fields cookies for breakfast. Whoopee whee.
Anyway, back to Saturday, since Monday basically involved me sneezing my nose and doing absolutely nothing else.
Saturday 20th November. In other words, my birthday. Went for CO as usual. Played the usual songs. Made the usual mistakes. When all of a sudden Shi Wei, comes over to give me a present. Definitely not the usual scenario on a Saturday morning CO practice.
Parents wanted to bring me to Malaysia to eat, but changed their plans in the end. So, we ended up dining at this Brazilian restaurant which was supposedly the only Brazilian restaurant in Singapore (wonder how true that is…). the food there was buffet style. Walked around the table full of food, and the only things I really liked were the potatoes they served (both mashed and fried). Took this flat rubbery-looking thing. As I was chewing on it, I asked my mom what it was, and well-well. It was pigs ear (and no, I’m not kidding). Obviously, I didnt touch that dish afterwards. The waiters and ran around the place carrying a skewered slab of meat or pineapple (shall elaborate on that later) waving their carving knives about asking whether we wanted it (the food I mean). Got full after eating just a few bits of chicken ham, pork sausages, and seasoned fish. The lamb tasted weird. Kind of like body odour. eEk. The only things I really enjoyed were the little plate of cheese-bread-thingies and pineapple which had been warmed up on a skewer and was probably dipped in sugar solution.
And oh, did I mention that there was this irritating lady that kept laughing so loudly and trying to attract everybody’s attention? Got so pissed at her. There I was eating, when all of a sudden, she wails out loud in laughter. And not because she was having a conversation with her partner, an angmoh (sarong part girl alert!!), but a waitress, who didn’t smile, but bared her teeth.
Didn’t really enjoy my dinner. Don’t fancy Brazilian food, and I definitely don’t enjoy hearing that crazy lady guffawing away at every other second. The bill came out to be around a hundred and twenty bucks for just the three of us. What a total waste of money. Could’ve eaten better stuff for less money.
Got dragged to Turf City after that. Practically a ghost town there. The parking lot was so huge yet there were so little cars. Saw this wine store called JustWine. The two workers were sitting there with glazed looks. Store should be named JustUs instead. Saw this Simple Plan magazine, wanted to buy it, but it cost thirteen bucks and I didn’t really like the other bands featured in it.
Went to collect my repaired spectacles on Sunday (are my new spectacles ever going to arrive?). Then went to Suntec to have dinner at Swiss Culture. Had this sandwich which was just a slice of ham and cheese slathered atop a slice of bread. Rather expensive slice of bread, but it tasted real good. There was this worker (or was it the boss?) standing outside the Turkish restaurant that was next to Swiss Culture, and I noticed him, for very obvious reasons - think raging hormones. Anyway was observing him for awhile, and it seemed that every time a female homo sapien walked past, his eyes would trail after her (umm... I’ll put it nicely) assets. There was this occasion when a lady had already walked past him, he began an odd display of wiggling his eyebrows vigorously, motioning for his co-worker to look in the direction which that lady had gone in. Kind of shocking considering the fact that that woman was an auntie, and he hadn’t been put his eyebrows to such exercise when a few young ladies had walked past previously.
Anyway, my flu has progressed to a throbbing headache now, so I’m not going to continue (shows that the Lemsip capsules do not work. Ignore whatever the boss says. It’s all shit. Do not take Lemsip when you’re sick.). Should’ve kept to my Panadols. Damn. Hopefully when I get my modem from my mom tonight and publish this post, I won’t feel so much like crap anymore.
And oh, a last word before I end –Taufik rocks!!
Bahahaha! and it’s not because of raging hormones this time. It’s just about having talent (note that I said having talent as opposed to using the phrase having more talent).