K-box with Sou yesterday was fun. =DDDDD I believe we sang alot of Jie lun's songs, which i prefer because the octave of his songs are usually lower and more manageable, plus mayday's hyperactive songs. Oh yes, i discovered that the sofas in k-box are extremely comfy and it took alot not to curl up in a corner and fall asleep. I think I must have looked ridiculous, because under the request of my very loving mother and because I was seriously worried my coughing would turn into the dreaded sore throat, I brought along a ONE LITRE bottle IN MY HAND. hahahahahaha i think i looked like a kid =D We had planned to leave the place at 1030 to head down for a dessertish-supper after k-boxing from 7, but we dragged it out until it hit 1130pm, and bolted because we were worried that we would miss the last train/bus. Sou was saying that if she missed her train, she would follow me home and camp at my house, where I kindly offered the floor under my bed for her. and when we finally reached the respective stations and stops for our rides home, we discovered that all that anxiety and brisk walking and me 'poking at the glass doors of the closed amk hub in a bid to get it open' (As Sou kindly pointed out) was for nothing. HMPH. WE MISSED DESSERT PLEASE. which brings me to dinner. We had dinner at a nearby coffee shop in amk, touted for its bak chor mee and yong tau foo (weiling). We had chicken rice. HAHAHAHA. We also shared a bowl-, okay A CUP, of mushroom soup. The cup was a lovely bright blue and the opening was covered by a layer of pastry that tasted like roti prata. The soup was horribly creamy. The chicken rice was nice though. Between us, there was quite few spoonfuls of soup left because neither of us couldn't stand the creaminess. AND we chose the wrong place to sit. We were sitting right in front of the store that served the mushroom soup, and the table next to us happened to be the place these bored hawker ppl gather around to talk when they had nothing better to do. The coffee shop was pretty empty, so the table next to us was filled up. And I heard about how the pastry over the mushroom soup was made and once, i believe the uncle even turned around and looked at us and asked why we hadn't touch the soup. (We were saving it for 'dessert') He kept looking at us even as we dutifully sipped at the soup. I could feel his burning eyes on both of us please. almost as though he was asking: Why aren't you finishing the soup? Is there something wrong with the taste? Something wrong with the pastry? Not nice? Why? WHY? WHY?? it was super awkward. As i was waiting for my bus to come and answering to Sou's messages, an old lady sat down next to me and started talking to me. Happens all the time, for reasons I can't understand, especially with old ladies on their own. Anyway, she asked me first about whether the bus 88 had left. I said yes, and she asked me for the time. Then she went on to tell me how when sometimes she worked OT, she would miss the last bus home and had to take 165 home to hougang interchange before changing to a cab. the trip in total would take 7plus dollars and her OT pay was only 6 dollars. As she was telling me, I wanted to reach over and- i dont know, just comfort her or something. But there was something in the matter-of-fact way that she spoke to me about these things and the proud manner she sat that she wouldn't appreciate me doing such a thing. So I didn't, and simply listened to her. It was pretty sad. I was thinking about how if we students were to work partime, we wold get the same pay as she did or more even, while an old lady like her had to work so hard full time to earn the same amount. I feel so...useless suddenly. And insignificant.
K-box with Sou yesterday was fun. =DDDDD I believe we sang alot of Jie lun's songs, which i prefer because the octave of his songs are usually lower and more manageable, plus mayday's hyperactive songs. Oh yes, i discovered that the sofas in k-box are extremely comfy and it took alot not to curl up in a corner and fall asleep. I think I must have looked ridiculous, because under the request of my very loving mother and because I was seriously worried my coughing would turn into the dreaded sore throat, I brought along a ONE LITRE bottle IN MY HAND. hahahahahaha i think i looked like a kid =D We had planned to leave the place at 1030 to head down for a dessertish-supper after k-boxing from 7, but we dragged it out until it hit 1130pm, and bolted because we were worried that we would miss the last train/bus. Sou was saying that if she missed her train, she would follow me home and camp at my house, where I kindly offered the floor under my bed for her. and when we finally reached the respective stations and stops for our rides home, we discovered that all that anxiety and brisk walking and me 'poking at the glass doors of the closed amk hub in a bid to get it open' (As Sou kindly pointed out) was for nothing. HMPH. WE MISSED DESSERT PLEASE. which brings me to dinner. We had dinner at a nearby coffee shop in amk, touted for its bak chor mee and yong tau foo (weiling). We had chicken rice. HAHAHAHA. We also shared a bowl-, okay A CUP, of mushroom soup. The cup was a lovely bright blue and the opening was covered by a layer of pastry that tasted like roti prata. The soup was horribly creamy. The chicken rice was nice though. Between us, there was quite few spoonfuls of soup left because neither of us couldn't stand the creaminess. AND we chose the wrong place to sit. We were sitting right in front of the store that served the mushroom soup, and the table next to us happened to be the place these bored hawker ppl gather around to talk when they had nothing better to do. The coffee shop was pretty empty, so the table next to us was filled up. And I heard about how the pastry over the mushroom soup was made and once, i believe the uncle even turned around and looked at us and asked why we hadn't touch the soup. (We were saving it for 'dessert') He kept looking at us even as we dutifully sipped at the soup. I could feel his burning eyes on both of us please. almost as though he was asking: Why aren't you finishing the soup? Is there something wrong with the taste? Something wrong with the pastry? Not nice? Why? WHY? WHY?? it was super awkward. As i was waiting for my bus to come and answering to Sou's messages, an old lady sat down next to me and started talking to me. Happens all the time, for reasons I can't understand, especially with old ladies on their own. Anyway, she asked me first about whether the bus 88 had left. I said yes, and she asked me for the time. Then she went on to tell me how when sometimes she worked OT, she would miss the last bus home and had to take 165 home to hougang interchange before changing to a cab. the trip in total would take 7plus dollars and her OT pay was only 6 dollars. As she was telling me, I wanted to reach over and- i dont know, just comfort her or something. But there was something in the matter-of-fact way that she spoke to me about these things and the proud manner she sat that she wouldn't appreciate me doing such a thing. So I didn't, and simply listened to her. It was pretty sad. I was thinking about how if we students were to work partime, we wold get the same pay as she did or more even, while an old lady like her had to work so hard full time to earn the same amount. I feel so...useless suddenly. And insignificant.
currently 20 of age
white is her favourite color
pastries and cakes are her love
a born slacker
who has no qualms about lazing the entire day away. SMILES.
optimist and idealist
loves the piano and soothing music
is blessed because of her loving friends and family whom are able to bear with her weirdness HAHA
"being happy takes less effort than getting angry at someone, so whyever not just be happy?
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