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Friday, September 02, 2005

The banes of modernization

Oh the banes of modernization.. You think that modernization works to your advantage but sometimes it just makes you look silly.

Modernization certainly didn't work to our advantage today. Haha. Here's how it goes:

Happily, Momo, Hubert (especially), Reagan, Xiuli, Janice, Jeremy, Jojo
and I decided that we would dine at Wafflestown! Momo and Hubert were so excited about it in the band room that they were rushing to satisfy their rumbling tummys. And so we gathered our forces and set off for the journey across the road to the 93 bustop (after slacking around in the cafe for half an hour).

Frustratingly, it took another 20 mins for 93 to arrive and everybody was just shagged upon plonking ourselves on the bus seats. Being the last day of school and all the fatigue just suddenly set in. Confidently, we zoomed pass Ikea where nice food abounds-Swedish Meatballs!

The ride continued past RV, past Lilian's place onto some long stretch of road flanked by jungle. Ok, great.. Hubert didn't actually know where Wafflestown was and a unanimous conclusion was made that we were lost. Our imperfect knowledge of public transport.

Crossed a nice little overhead bridge to get back and Jeremy declared that he knew 157 would bring us to Wafflestown! And so we waited..

With Momo's volcanic alimentary canal activity getting increasingly vigorous and Reagan struggling to stand on his two feet (exaggerated) tensions rose and blood glucose levels fell. The buses came and went, but there was just no sign of 157. Poor momo even had an optical illusion mirage thing about the bus no. on one of the empty behemoths.

Finally, over the horizon a ray of hope emerged and touched our hearts.. Basically the bus arrived. This bus was different from 93. It was eerily silent. None of the passengers said a word and Janice was broadcasting our destination to everyone. Ignorant of the excessive decibel rating our conversations were producing Reagan and I asked Hubert to tell Momo and friends (M&F) to keep it down. Oh the horror.. Hubert our dear friend started shooing to M & F such that the whole bus could hear his shoos. Reagan and I just had to hide our faces and Reagan's tie found itself untied from his owner's neck.

HCI people boarded the bus and we were wowwing ourselves at how big Chinese High compound was till the bus passed Sixth Avenue and we realised that we were quite unknowing of our final destination AGAIN. Started panicking again and this passenger asked me if we needed directions; he had never heard of Wafflestown either.

After jacking ourselves twice Momo resigned us to a badly planned Wafflestown outing and got off at Bukit Timah Market and Food Centre. Oh man! We travelled for 45 mins to eat at a food centre where half of the shops were closed!

But the Orh Lua was not bad although it was a small portion for 6 bucks. The rojak could have done with a thicker sauce and crunchier you tiao. My ulcer is colossal and it hurts.

Reagan couldn't stand Jojo eating tomatoes again! Haha.

That was our attempt to dine at Wafflestown.. Now in the first place, does the eatery really exist?

Oh yar.. Happy Bursday to Pearl Lim Lian Fang! <-- My sister. Keep the waistline in check.. Haha. You'll do very well for SS and come to SAJC.

Have I mentioned that every year we're the same age for 2 weeks.. So irritating and cool. Especially when she was taller than me in P5. Now we're both 16. Darn. =)

I think that the speaker phone has some flipsides to it. Basically, most importantly, when you are using one, the other party knows it. :)

I pray for healing.

I pray for promos.

I thank God for SAJC band.