I have a hate post about Singapore Safety Driving Centre (SSDC) in my word mobile but I am still contemplating whether to put it up. That idiotic SSDC has a really screwed network that brings down its efficiency. DAMN waste of my time!

Oh well, perhaps I should put it up because just mentioning it brings up my anger.

I shall divert a little now because an old auntie beside me caught my attention with her loud voice. Was wondering to myself whether I will turn out like her when I grow old. :( She was standing right beside me and she answered her call with such vigor that I think I am turning deaf. Okay... I shall not be a meanie here.... I might end up like her one day :(

Alright I shall stop littering my post with irrelevant stuff and go to the point.

Isaac found out that apparently the Food for Thought bistro that we patronized the other day wasn't the authentic one. The "real" one is somewhere even nearer to SMU.

It was nice... The ambience… Having the arty feel in the air... A quiet place for tea if you get to “chop” those exclusive comfy seats...

We decided to try their breakfast as we heard that its good. It turned out really not bad but considering the small price differential, Isaac and I were ready to take Prive anytime over it. :) The only problem was that Prive is a tad inaccessible without a car. :(

As usual we got crazy when the food arrived and I didn't manage to get any shots. I didn’t even remember the pictures until I decided to blog, and oopsy tootsy I couldn't find any. Haha...

School is about to end for good (at least in the short to middle term). I ain't sad about it, not even a teeny weeny bit. I can't imagine anyone feeling sad about leaving SMU but I am sure there is a “SMU cult” somewhere out there... I hope I will come to appreciate what SMU, this torture ground, has contributed in my life though I seriously doubt that day will ever come. Haha…

amor,esperanza y fe 2:05 PM.

Its funny how something as far-fetched as my sister’s ability to self-learn guitar can led me to think about all my friends throughout the years (esp. friends whom i felt didn’t treat me right…).

I was just thinking of how amazing it is for my sister to learn the guitar on her own without purchasing any guitar books and that’s when I remembered I actually co-owned a guitar book. This opened a gate to all the unhappy memories. I will start in chronological order.

In primary school, I had a friend who is mean to me and more straight forward. I have no idea why but she was especially mean to me and another friend and we both had experience crying about it (we were in lower primary then…so more “brittle”?) I guess she treated the rest of her friends roughly the same except a special group that she tried her best to get into.

She “conned” me into sharing a packet of foldable strips that were used to fold into stars but refused to let me fold them in the end. After I folded one or two stars, she exclaimed that my stars looked ugly and refused to let me fold anymore of it. She asked me to practise by cutting strips out from foolscap paper. I was so angry! But I decided to buy another packet for myself since it isn’t that I can’t afford it. And I could clearly remember her,  offering it to other friends as if she owned the packet 100%. TOTALLY AMAZING! Now to think back, its very scary to know that a kid that young (lower primary I think…) could harbour such evil thoughts and made what is not hers, hers. YUCKZ!

Then in secondary school, I had a similar experience. I wanted to learn to play the guitar and so did another friend. So one day when we were in a music school, we looked around for beginner guitar books to self-learn. In the end, she got me to share a book with her and said that she should keep it since her brother had a guitar then. And since when we wanted to practise,  we would need to go to her house to do so. Apparently, that never took place. I did initiate a couple of times regarding learning the guitar but she gave excuses and finally she said its difficult to learn together and there was no conclusion in the end.

Now, putting myself through both experiences again just makes me feel like puking. And I am wondering how did I manage to stay friends with them (at least through out each stages of education), when they did me such wrong?! Shouldn’t I have thrown them away? I must have been mad!

Polytechnic experience was the worse. I had a really close friend whom I hanged out with. But somehow, after 2 years of hanging out, I came to realize I couldn’t take her temper. The way she trashed out at me at times which were not my fault and a simple conversation to share my suffering was terminated by her abruptly. You know how we all complain and pour out our sorrows to friends who may or may not agree with your thinking, but she totally stopped me with her “I am not interested in what you are feeling”. I was so pissed!

And an opportunity came when we got streamed to different specialization. I know that this friend is not worth keeping anymore and I distanced myself from her. She felt it and she went around spreading the word that I am a practical and realistic person. I only continue my friendships with people who are crucial in my life. Her reasoning was that in the past when we were in the same class, I stuck close to her because I want someone to do project with.  But since we were in different class later, I didn’t need her and kept her out of my life. I was so  horrified , years later, to learn about what she said. I was still contemplating to not bear a grudge against her since the mistreatment was years ago but when I learnt of what horrible things she defame me with, there’s no turning back anymore. And how coincidentally all these took place! With just a lag time of a day or two, she came on msn and asked about my life and acted (or not, I am not sure) like she was so concerned that I will be without friends to turn to.  Such a freaking hypocrite! Yuckz! And I was still feeling sorry that I didn’t explained to her why did I distance away myself from her and left her feeling puzzled. But now I am not sorry at all.

But it isn’t that nothing good came out of polytechnic in terms of friendship. In my last year, I met baby! Yeah! A friendship that continued on even though we were in different schools and now in different stages of life. And it kind of helped “rekindled” a little, my friendship with Qin Ying whom I knew since secondary school. And how lucky I was to find a great friend in baby!

SMU is the school that I disliked the most among all the school that I attended. It has disgusting people who are super competitive, arrogant and slackers whom you can’t wait to murder. As well as some who looked like they bear a grudge against you and can’t wait to shoot you to hell with their questions during your presentation. But nonetheless, I made good friends here. I am in my final year and semester, and am lucky that I haven’t found anyone who did me as big a wrong as what the 3 “friends” did to me in my former education stages.

amor,esperanza y fe 9:50 AM.

I came out of Labour Economics with a cheery heart and looking forward to my much needed haircut.

It turned out to be the most horrid part of my day and absolutely spoilt my day.

DO NOT GIVE THEM ANY CHANCE! YOU WILL BE UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED! LIKE ME!

I made an appointment for 2 haircuts at 3.45p.m. today, a couple of days ago for Isaac and I. The sole purpose of making an appointment is that we do not have all the time in the world. Isaac has a class at 5.15p.m. Even though, it is not likely that the service can be started on the dot at 3.45p.m. but an hour would be sufficient for them to finish 2 haircuts. But I was so DAMN  wrong!

They started with Isaac and I had to wait first. But making a customer wait close to an hour before making an effort to show that you are going to cut her hair soon is totally UNACCEPTABLE! ! Come on! Are you David Gan? And such low productivity made me even wonder why they SHOULD survive?

And the way things are done are so disorganized! Isaac had his wash, his cut then he had to wait. They didn’t put any conditioner on his hair and his cut wasn’t complete. So there he was waiting like his time is like the air that he breathes (i.e. abundant!) I was so so so PISSED!

I couldn’t fathom why his haircut was halfway done and his hairstylist could go over to another customer and start cutting her hair! And did that customer came earlier than us? If she didn’t shouldn’t she be served later than me? And even if she did, she should have came in around the same time as us and don’t most salons practice giving priority to customers who made appointments? If making appointments doesn’t not have any benefit on its own, why do people make appointments?

Hate that salon! And Isaac didn’t feel that his cut was good either. As for me, I was so pissed I told the person I do not have the time and I don’t want my haircut anymore. Why should I give my money to a salon that acts like she is the queen and should be waited upon by her customers. Especially since their skills are not that great!

I forgot to add that EXCHANGE HAIR plus salon is located in Plaza Singapura, Level 6. I had such a strong anger that manifested itself into a revengeful emotion! I want them to lose all their customers and close down! HAHA… I am so evil! But if they hadn’t stepped on me, they wouldn’t have to suffer my vengeance.

amor,esperanza y fe 6:35 PM.

La Primera Celebración:

To mark the last of my presentation for economic modules, Isaac FINALLY brought me to Aerin’s at B1 of Raffles City for a tea cum late lunch. It had been nearly a year since he mentioned that the desserts there are nice and he will bring me there someday. And alas! The day came! HAHA…

Since I am a sucker for savoury dishes, Isaac was forced to share a dish from their main courses and a dessert with me. HAHA… And say hi to the remains of our Duck Leg a la Orange. Teehee… Sorry for showing the bones with just a bit of meat. It is a delicious one! The duck leg is cooked till tender and roasted till perfection! The mashed potatoes and salad that comes with it are good as well. Pairing the duck leg with cooked orange slices enhanced the sweetness and fragrance of the roasted duck and kept the taste fresh to your taste buds!  I will say it’s a MUST TRY!

Okay… now.. the old and down with dementia wendy cannot remember the exact name of this dessert. But it’s another MUST TRY! It’s served warm so be careful or you might scald your tongue. It’s like an Apple Pie with Rich Vanilla Ice-cream. They used fresh apples to cook the apples bits inside the pie. The way of cooking is like those pastry soups that Country Manna popularized. The vanilla ice-cream is extraordinary. If you notice, unlike the usual white coloured vanilla we see, this scoop is yellow! I find it more rich and creamy than the normal ones and you can even see the bits of black vanilla in the ice-cream.

La Segunda Celebración:

To commemorate the beautiful weekend and thank GOD that a frantic and hectic week of projects was over, we went to East Coast Park to cycle and for FOOD!

I have no idea what went wrong with me that evening, but I was feeling really hungry and I ordered Isaac to get me tons of food!

That’s our spread! I left out the rojak which I insisted on having after we finished our meal. HAHA… Isaac was so bloated, he seemed abit unhappy. LOL. (Maybe it’s because I forced him to share the rojak with me when he was super full alr.)

And here’s a queer picture of him. He looked so weird that it doesn’t seem like him. He looked so much older and unapproachable in this picture.

La Tercera Celebración:

To celebrate Baby’s VICTORY we dined at New York New York today. We shared a root beer float (reminds me of my childhood where our family had weekly A&W), a spare ribs with shrimps combo and a beef fajitas. If you are into Middle eastern food (specifically Turkish and more specifically kebab)  and Mexican food like quesadillas, I think you will like the fajitas! The beef is served on hotplate with some onions etc. and a plate filled with spicy paste, a creamy herb paste, mozzarella cheese, cream cheese and fresh lettuce comes along with the beef. And the fajitas’ “bread” or pitas look-alike food is provided and you are to wrap your own fajitas. Yummy! And I had fun making my own fajitas. It reminds me of making my own popiahs at Chinese restaurants.

I think that’s about it! The fun is coming to an end and the work is starting real soon! Why can’t we just live to celebrate? =(

amor,esperanza y fe 12:32 AM.

I have a hate post about Singapore Safety Driving Centre (SSDC) in my word mobile but I am still contemplating whether to put it up. That idiotic SSDC has a really screwed network that brings down its efficiency. DAMN waste of my time!

Oh well, perhaps I should put it up because just mentioning it brings up my anger.

I shall divert a little now because an old auntie beside me caught my attention with her loud voice. Was wondering to myself whether I will turn out like her when I grow old. :( She was standing right beside me and she answered her call with such vigor that I think I am turning deaf. Okay... I shall not be a meanie here.... I might end up like her one day :(

Alright I shall stop littering my post with irrelevant stuff and go to the point.

Isaac found out that apparently the Food for Thought bistro that we patronized the other day wasn't the authentic one. The "real" one is somewhere even nearer to SMU.

It was nice... The ambience… Having the arty feel in the air... A quiet place for tea if you get to “chop” those exclusive comfy seats...

We decided to try their breakfast as we heard that its good. It turned out really not bad but considering the small price differential, Isaac and I were ready to take Prive anytime over it. :) The only problem was that Prive is a tad inaccessible without a car. :(

As usual we got crazy when the food arrived and I didn't manage to get any shots. I didn’t even remember the pictures until I decided to blog, and oopsy tootsy I couldn't find any. Haha...

School is about to end for good (at least in the short to middle term). I ain't sad about it, not even a teeny weeny bit. I can't imagine anyone feeling sad about leaving SMU but I am sure there is a “SMU cult” somewhere out there... I hope I will come to appreciate what SMU, this torture ground, has contributed in my life though I seriously doubt that day will ever come. Haha…

Its funny how something as far-fetched as my sister’s ability to self-learn guitar can led me to think about all my friends throughout the years (esp. friends whom i felt didn’t treat me right…).

I was just thinking of how amazing it is for my sister to learn the guitar on her own without purchasing any guitar books and that’s when I remembered I actually co-owned a guitar book. This opened a gate to all the unhappy memories. I will start in chronological order.

In primary school, I had a friend who is mean to me and more straight forward. I have no idea why but she was especially mean to me and another friend and we both had experience crying about it (we were in lower primary then…so more “brittle”?) I guess she treated the rest of her friends roughly the same except a special group that she tried her best to get into.

She “conned” me into sharing a packet of foldable strips that were used to fold into stars but refused to let me fold them in the end. After I folded one or two stars, she exclaimed that my stars looked ugly and refused to let me fold anymore of it. She asked me to practise by cutting strips out from foolscap paper. I was so angry! But I decided to buy another packet for myself since it isn’t that I can’t afford it. And I could clearly remember her,  offering it to other friends as if she owned the packet 100%. TOTALLY AMAZING! Now to think back, its very scary to know that a kid that young (lower primary I think…) could harbour such evil thoughts and made what is not hers, hers. YUCKZ!

Then in secondary school, I had a similar experience. I wanted to learn to play the guitar and so did another friend. So one day when we were in a music school, we looked around for beginner guitar books to self-learn. In the end, she got me to share a book with her and said that she should keep it since her brother had a guitar then. And since when we wanted to practise,  we would need to go to her house to do so. Apparently, that never took place. I did initiate a couple of times regarding learning the guitar but she gave excuses and finally she said its difficult to learn together and there was no conclusion in the end.

Now, putting myself through both experiences again just makes me feel like puking. And I am wondering how did I manage to stay friends with them (at least through out each stages of education), when they did me such wrong?! Shouldn’t I have thrown them away? I must have been mad!

Polytechnic experience was the worse. I had a really close friend whom I hanged out with. But somehow, after 2 years of hanging out, I came to realize I couldn’t take her temper. The way she trashed out at me at times which were not my fault and a simple conversation to share my suffering was terminated by her abruptly. You know how we all complain and pour out our sorrows to friends who may or may not agree with your thinking, but she totally stopped me with her “I am not interested in what you are feeling”. I was so pissed!

And an opportunity came when we got streamed to different specialization. I know that this friend is not worth keeping anymore and I distanced myself from her. She felt it and she went around spreading the word that I am a practical and realistic person. I only continue my friendships with people who are crucial in my life. Her reasoning was that in the past when we were in the same class, I stuck close to her because I want someone to do project with.  But since we were in different class later, I didn’t need her and kept her out of my life. I was so  horrified , years later, to learn about what she said. I was still contemplating to not bear a grudge against her since the mistreatment was years ago but when I learnt of what horrible things she defame me with, there’s no turning back anymore. And how coincidentally all these took place! With just a lag time of a day or two, she came on msn and asked about my life and acted (or not, I am not sure) like she was so concerned that I will be without friends to turn to.  Such a freaking hypocrite! Yuckz! And I was still feeling sorry that I didn’t explained to her why did I distance away myself from her and left her feeling puzzled. But now I am not sorry at all.

But it isn’t that nothing good came out of polytechnic in terms of friendship. In my last year, I met baby! Yeah! A friendship that continued on even though we were in different schools and now in different stages of life. And it kind of helped “rekindled” a little, my friendship with Qin Ying whom I knew since secondary school. And how lucky I was to find a great friend in baby!

SMU is the school that I disliked the most among all the school that I attended. It has disgusting people who are super competitive, arrogant and slackers whom you can’t wait to murder. As well as some who looked like they bear a grudge against you and can’t wait to shoot you to hell with their questions during your presentation. But nonetheless, I made good friends here. I am in my final year and semester, and am lucky that I haven’t found anyone who did me as big a wrong as what the 3 “friends” did to me in my former education stages.

I came out of Labour Economics with a cheery heart and looking forward to my much needed haircut.

It turned out to be the most horrid part of my day and absolutely spoilt my day.

DO NOT GIVE THEM ANY CHANCE! YOU WILL BE UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED! LIKE ME!

I made an appointment for 2 haircuts at 3.45p.m. today, a couple of days ago for Isaac and I. The sole purpose of making an appointment is that we do not have all the time in the world. Isaac has a class at 5.15p.m. Even though, it is not likely that the service can be started on the dot at 3.45p.m. but an hour would be sufficient for them to finish 2 haircuts. But I was so DAMN  wrong!

They started with Isaac and I had to wait first. But making a customer wait close to an hour before making an effort to show that you are going to cut her hair soon is totally UNACCEPTABLE! ! Come on! Are you David Gan? And such low productivity made me even wonder why they SHOULD survive?

And the way things are done are so disorganized! Isaac had his wash, his cut then he had to wait. They didn’t put any conditioner on his hair and his cut wasn’t complete. So there he was waiting like his time is like the air that he breathes (i.e. abundant!) I was so so so PISSED!

I couldn’t fathom why his haircut was halfway done and his hairstylist could go over to another customer and start cutting her hair! And did that customer came earlier than us? If she didn’t shouldn’t she be served later than me? And even if she did, she should have came in around the same time as us and don’t most salons practice giving priority to customers who made appointments? If making appointments doesn’t not have any benefit on its own, why do people make appointments?

Hate that salon! And Isaac didn’t feel that his cut was good either. As for me, I was so pissed I told the person I do not have the time and I don’t want my haircut anymore. Why should I give my money to a salon that acts like she is the queen and should be waited upon by her customers. Especially since their skills are not that great!

I forgot to add that EXCHANGE HAIR plus salon is located in Plaza Singapura, Level 6. I had such a strong anger that manifested itself into a revengeful emotion! I want them to lose all their customers and close down! HAHA… I am so evil! But if they hadn’t stepped on me, they wouldn’t have to suffer my vengeance.

La Primera Celebración:

To mark the last of my presentation for economic modules, Isaac FINALLY brought me to Aerin’s at B1 of Raffles City for a tea cum late lunch. It had been nearly a year since he mentioned that the desserts there are nice and he will bring me there someday. And alas! The day came! HAHA…

Since I am a sucker for savoury dishes, Isaac was forced to share a dish from their main courses and a dessert with me. HAHA… And say hi to the remains of our Duck Leg a la Orange. Teehee… Sorry for showing the bones with just a bit of meat. It is a delicious one! The duck leg is cooked till tender and roasted till perfection! The mashed potatoes and salad that comes with it are good as well. Pairing the duck leg with cooked orange slices enhanced the sweetness and fragrance of the roasted duck and kept the taste fresh to your taste buds!  I will say it’s a MUST TRY!

Okay… now.. the old and down with dementia wendy cannot remember the exact name of this dessert. But it’s another MUST TRY! It’s served warm so be careful or you might scald your tongue. It’s like an Apple Pie with Rich Vanilla Ice-cream. They used fresh apples to cook the apples bits inside the pie. The way of cooking is like those pastry soups that Country Manna popularized. The vanilla ice-cream is extraordinary. If you notice, unlike the usual white coloured vanilla we see, this scoop is yellow! I find it more rich and creamy than the normal ones and you can even see the bits of black vanilla in the ice-cream.

La Segunda Celebración:

To commemorate the beautiful weekend and thank GOD that a frantic and hectic week of projects was over, we went to East Coast Park to cycle and for FOOD!

I have no idea what went wrong with me that evening, but I was feeling really hungry and I ordered Isaac to get me tons of food!

That’s our spread! I left out the rojak which I insisted on having after we finished our meal. HAHA… Isaac was so bloated, he seemed abit unhappy. LOL. (Maybe it’s because I forced him to share the rojak with me when he was super full alr.)

And here’s a queer picture of him. He looked so weird that it doesn’t seem like him. He looked so much older and unapproachable in this picture.

La Tercera Celebración:

To celebrate Baby’s VICTORY we dined at New York New York today. We shared a root beer float (reminds me of my childhood where our family had weekly A&W), a spare ribs with shrimps combo and a beef fajitas. If you are into Middle eastern food (specifically Turkish and more specifically kebab)  and Mexican food like quesadillas, I think you will like the fajitas! The beef is served on hotplate with some onions etc. and a plate filled with spicy paste, a creamy herb paste, mozzarella cheese, cream cheese and fresh lettuce comes along with the beef. And the fajitas’ “bread” or pitas look-alike food is provided and you are to wrap your own fajitas. Yummy! And I had fun making my own fajitas. It reminds me of making my own popiahs at Chinese restaurants.

I think that’s about it! The fun is coming to an end and the work is starting real soon! Why can’t we just live to celebrate? =(