Dear Dreams

Friday could be a relaxing day but somehow it turned out differently.

I woke up quite early but went off to bed again until afternoon. Lunch was plain mee hoon with sausage which almost choked me. Just as I was working with my websites, Mingfa called to inform me of the lunch at Orchard.

Since the deadline of submitting the SAF G50 form was near and I did not want anything wrong (inclusive of fine) to happen, I quickly continued with filling up the ultimate troublesome form. I actually received it around two weeks ago but the dread of the tedious fact finding job stalled time and hence, it was left incomplete till date. In fact, I had already completed half of it in the previous sessions of my hard work, but still, it took me very long to surf the internet to check for addresses of my ex companies and also, to find out Mingfa’s Chinese name in order to complete everything. I even had to wait for my mum to search for documentation of her work place address.

I was late for the meeting as expected. I joined them at Takashimaya and Mingfa came over to fetch me near the Kinokuniya book store to Coca. It was my first visit to this high class steamboat buffet restaurant. The ingredients were of course great and especially the service; it was probably because of the very empty tables on a weekday afternoon.

Due to the fact that I had just taken my meal not long ago, I could not input too much food into my filled stomach. I was not a fan of buffet because I hated having to gobble food into my stomach, especially nice food, just to make sure the price paid was worth it. I did not go down specially for a free expensive treat, but for the sake of gathering. Indeed it was a good choice that I had made to join them because of all the laughers. We had this extra service of eating prawns with peeled shell, proudly sponsored by Mingli. The meal cost Weitat a big bomb, beyond anyone’s imagination.

I was not in favour of dining in such good restaurant since we had only started a little into working lives and most of us were going to further studies soon or near future. My concept of handling money differed from most people as they thought it was okay to pamper ourselves once in a while. Saving for the rainy days was what great men would do, instead of having to borrow money from friends in future, which would cause impact on the friends’ plans.

It was not my money but I was the only one who felt the ache instead of the payer.

Mingli left for her friend’s surprise birthday party. Mingfa, Weitat and Jingkun accompanied me to Far East Plaza to visit my girlfriend who was one of the celebrity guests at the Dusty’s shop opening. The setting up was a disaster due to the cute mushroom head waiter. Someone could have banged into him that he dropped the glass while serving the drinks. Just as we were joking that he would be hiding himself somewhere, he made a second brave attempt to continue with his job and a second glass later fell and wetted a few of the guests who reached there earlier. We were bad but it was difficult to resist such entertainment.

At the start, my rechargeable batteries died off me and they really pissed me off that I wanted to get new ones badly since I could not afford to miss any shot. However, I was sick of the slow Olympus C-750 camera and yet I could not afford to inject my fund into a DSLR camera which I had pinned so hard for; a normal camera could no longer satisfy my photography craze.

My dear friends stayed behind to accompany me throughout the event. It would be great if my tag-team partner Sherie was around.

After the event was over, we went down to the “Sweet Talk” shop to get some drinks. The banana milkshake was very thirst drenching and it kept me freezing on the bus, which somehow make me regret buying.

I did not take dinner again for the second consecutive night.