Sudden inspirations or cravings:
Find a good guy.

It was at nydc that we began to display our more talented selves. I was glad to see that the ns guys have finally gotten enough rest to talk more, and talk more intellectually or at least humourously. Apparently, as Wallace has said, the army did not destroy his brains. It only suppressed it. Oh yeah, sure~ Haha.

It all started when this waitor called Chuan who was serving us was repeating our orders to us. It turns out that the guys were totally unimaginative and have ordered different flavours of this drink called the Elephanccino, which was basically just huge mugs of coffee. So, the poor Chuan had to go like "One Elephanccino strawberry, one Elephanccino hazelnut, one Elephanccino Irish and one Elephanccino chocolate." Wow...he spoke so quickly and it sounded so acrobatic Wendy and I decided to give him a little applause. Haha...

Then, we started to comment on the waitors. It turned out that there was this waitor with a very striking hairstyle who had a very obvious love-bite on his neck. It was so hilarious. Wendy said, "I can't help it, but whenever he walks past, I can only see the love-bite moving in front of my face." When the food came, we started to comment on the way Agnes piles cheese onto everything that she eats. I was so mean I feel bad now, but it was really funny how she probably ate more cheese than the actual dish itself.

After our meals, Wendy and I got this idea of writing the suggestion cards. Our first card was addressed to Chuan, cos we noticed that he had a finger injury, so showed our little concern. Hehe. When it came to leaving the particulars, Wendy almost wanted to write (single) next to my name. Oh yeah, thanks a lot. She was the one who said that she was single and miserable. =P As for card for the spiky-hair-guy, we left a comment that went," Cute hair and nice love-bite - from the guys of this table." Haha...hey, he looked a little gay ok. We wanted to leave Wallace's particulars, but we were worried for his safety, so we just cooked up something. It was quite fun.

It was nice going out with those guys again, with the usual them anyway. When they were having BMT, most of the time they were so tired and brainless it really hurts to just try to keep the conversation going. But today, I am glad to see them insulting Agnes again, which is a good sign. Hehe.

After that I rushed off to meet Poach for a Chinese play. It was a very light-hearted love story intertwined with some very cheem Buddhist wisdom sayings. I didn't really catch what the moral of the story was in the sense I felt like the play ended exactly where it had started with, where the first couple were still separated while the second couple is getting married. Hmm...but I dunno, it might just be to show the everything-is-a-cycle theory.

The part that touched me a little was this part where the girl of the 2nd couple was still complaining and demanding to know why the guy had to pause for 5 seconds before saying "I do" at the altar ( which cause the girl to storm out actually.) The girl wanted to know if the guy was unsure of his love for her. Then, (I just love his answer) he said, "No, in that 5 seconds, I was really thinking of our future. I thought about life, death, our many years to be together and the thought overwhelmed me. But the important part is, after all that thought, I know I love you because I still chose to say 'I do'." Wow, combine that kind of confession with a romantic lighting and possibly some light music. I am such a sucker for this kind of things. =P

On my way home, I met this old uncle who wanted to "make friends with me". Poach, u have created the opportunity for me be subjected to such harrassment! You shall remain guilty for the rest of your life! He sat right next to me and started by pointing to this picture of a girl in the magazine I was holding and saying to me in Chinese, "Girls are prettier when they have big eyes, small nose and small mouth." I went like "huh?", thinking "uncle, are u mad?". Hmm, but never mind, then he started to talk to me in Hokkien, telling me that I have nice eyes, how he got to know this other Malay woman on the MRT, who also had nice eyes, how that Malay woman tried to ask him to marry her, how he refused him because he was a teacher ( in my mind I went like double "huh?" ).

When he realise that I was only just nodding my head, smiling a bit, he started to tell me that I am fat, shouldn't eat so much oily food, should go on a diet blah blah blah. I was so insulted but I decided to just smile and nod, cos I know that he was trying to provoke me or something. Haha. So, he asked me if I understood Hokkien. I said no. He looked so deflated. Hahahahaha...then he listed me all the dialects that he knew and I purposely said I did not understand them. Aha, I think I have just handicapped his pick-girl-up strategy.

He wanted to give up, then decided to give it a last shot and asked me if I undestood Chinese. I purposely listened very carefully, thought for a little while, then talked very slowly, "Okay lah." I think he was probably thinking how unlucky he was to have met a modern English-educated girl who speaks lousy Chinese. Haha....Lucky I was holding an English magazine. My guess is he speaks all languages but English. Haha....In the end, he felt so defeated and left me alone to read my magazine.

I thought that was the end of it, but turned out he was a really desperate old man. He followed me off the MRT!!!! Damn damn damn, by now I was getting really scared. He asked me to go and drink coffee or tea with him, said he would treat me to noodles or something. I had to keep on telling him next time, next time, my mother waiting for me, blah blah blah...He asked me for my name, so I gave a fake one. He asked me if I was Secondary 4 and I was so happy. (Read the 2nd paragraph of this to know why.) Finally, I was so pissed I told him, "Uncle, I really have to go. You go shopping yourself lah. Bye bye." I think the whole bus interchange heard. He got embarrassed and went away. Phew.

I think I was actually too nice to the uncle. But oh well, it turns out he was only a timid little pervert who thought that I would be young and stupid enough to just follow any old guy who offers me a bowl of noodles. Mad.