hmmm...
Day started off with my dad waking me up cos it was already 730 am! He presumed I was running late for work. But...but ...it is SUNDAY!!
After that got a message from Joyce that perhaps I could attend the 1115 service at church so that we could meet after her duty at children's church. I instead went at my usual time and met Joyce at the convention centre. We walked and shopped a bit before going to the car. Next stop was Simply Bread at Robertson Quay. Joyce finally got to try the ciabatta with garlic. It was toasted first and maybe they were a bit stingy with the tuna so it din come out as good as we expected.My egg mayo sandwich was fortunately better.
After lunch we drove around a bit before deciding to adjourne to my place until about 5 pm. whilst we were taking a well deserved nap, dad came a-knocking at the door with a bowl of freshly fried papadum! I think he suffers from bad timing and low EQ at times. We were asleep and I had to wake up to answer the door. Not only that he kept insisting that i bring the whole bowl into the room to eat although all we wanted to do was rest a bit before going for DINNER at 6. To get rid of him I took the bowl into the room and placed it on my PC desk and went back to sleep. I ate one later on when we woke up and placed the rest in the microwave. It is not that I dun like the thought or papadums for that matter, just that it was the wrong thing at the wrong time. *yawn*
After that we both drove our individual cars to Joyce's place. There Joyce came over to mine and we drove to Marsiling to buy prata for Cherry's farewell dinner thingy. Although she only leaves at the end of the month and there is still plenty of time to catch up till then. The prata thing was kinda disorganised but in the end we got our pratas and the correct change.
We then drove to Cherry's place. We were the first there and had a little difficulty locating the place as Joyce had misread the unit number. Later on Brenda, Kenny and Felicia came along with their food as well. They had bought bee hoon, kway teow and satay. Jinlong joined us even later with some fruits. As usual the conversation quickly reverted from english to mandarin. So too did the programming on the telly. Then I remembered why I dun like hanging out with Joyce's friends. I really do think it is rude when people speak mandarin in my presence knowing I can't speak or understand most times. Most times I just grin and bear with it. But I think it is inconsiderate when most of them with the exception of Kenny have a good grasp of english so saying that they are comfortable in mandarin does not exactly hold much water. So for much of the evening I just sat around and watched TV (reading the subtitles since even the channels were askewed towards the chinese majority) as the rest chatted and waxed nostalgic about the 'old days'.
After dinnner....sent Joyce home.
