Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Where is my thumbdrive?
Somebody please tell me, please return it to me.
How could this happen?
How could I have been so careless?
So I came back empty handed from the HSS FAL and office today and Hwee Hsia, Lynn, J, Chee Seng and Wai Ji for lunch. As great as my company was, I was still harbouring that horrible sense of dread and self-flagellating guilt, such that I hopped onto the cheap thrill bandwagon - think, a bowl of dry yong tau foo smothered with ladles of sauce. Goodness, typing this now just makes me feel even more stupid. Comforting myself over the loss of an expensive thumbdrive with a portion of Canteen B quality food (think: we're only there because we don't have time to go elsewhere).
Anyway, I decided to venture for a 40cents a piece item (double whammy indeed. My cheap thrill was really cheap) and would have settled for the fried wonton (oh goodness. Double irony!) if not for the huge ball of fried mass that caught my eye. So yes, I went for that huge mass of deep fried goodness, the last item after scooping a hard boiled egg into my bowl, only to discover that the former was indeed an egg too, wrapped in a thick coating of fried batter.
Kena Jacked.
How could this happen?
How could I have been so careless?
So I came back empty handed from the HSS FAL and office today and Hwee Hsia, Lynn, J, Chee Seng and Wai Ji for lunch. As great as my company was, I was still harbouring that horrible sense of dread and self-flagellating guilt, such that I hopped onto the cheap thrill bandwagon - think, a bowl of dry yong tau foo smothered with ladles of sauce. Goodness, typing this now just makes me feel even more stupid. Comforting myself over the loss of an expensive thumbdrive with a portion of Canteen B quality food (think: we're only there because we don't have time to go elsewhere).
Anyway, I decided to venture for a 40cents a piece item (double whammy indeed. My cheap thrill was really cheap) and would have settled for the fried wonton (oh goodness. Double irony!) if not for the huge ball of fried mass that caught my eye. So yes, I went for that huge mass of deep fried goodness, the last item after scooping a hard boiled egg into my bowl, only to discover that the former was indeed an egg too, wrapped in a thick coating of fried batter.
Kena Jacked.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Having made that dreaded phone call a couple of weeks ago to transfer my I3 class to a post-exam date, all I was resigned to do today was sit at the dimly lit Starbucks opposite Delfi Orchard and watch enviously as trickles of students clutching an all too familiar textbook made the all too familiar crossing past the precarious junction and into the building (I noted once again that most of these students were female, with hair dyed in varying shades of brown or blonde or both, and possessing at least one item related to Arashi, NEWS, Kattun and occasionally, Gazette).I attempted to drown myself in The Yellow Wave as I sipped from a large mug of half-kick caffe mocha that got rapidly cold and unpalatable when it started to rain and I moved to the small indoor seating area. Where did the other half of the kick go to?
Somehow channeled into the kick I gave myself for letting an opportune moment to pursue one of my favourite hobbies pass by.
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