Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Mezzanine at Mandarin. High-tea buffet with Matt, very belated birthday treat from me to him. Bit into my lovely popiah, heard a loud crunching noise. Spat out whatever was in my mouth. Popiah contained what looked like bits of glass. MANAGER!! ooh noooo i'm so sorry miss, are you alright? do you want some water? we're so very sorry we'll look into it. WE sorry WILL sorry WAIVE sorry THE sorry BILL sorry. Hohoho, $60++ saved. Eat your hearts out, guys.

Later on, trapped in a car with 5 23-YR-OLD MEN, singing BoyzIIMen songs at the top of their voices. If you could dignify that with the term 'singing.' Sounded more like drunken shouting to me. (Note though, that the said men were perfectly sober, thought one really couldn't tell the difference.)

My TG's definition of discussing moot issues: consume large amounts of junk food and ice cream at Paul's, watch the Simpsons, ponder the meaning of the word 'douche' and the mechanics of measuring bust sizes and spend 1.5hrs (and $3) in the Clementi arcade playing drumming games, 'dancing' games and BishiBashiChamp.

-- tee @ 5:22 pm |