Lalala
Since it seems I am utterly bored (yes, again), I shall write about a few very random but slightly interesting things that is hopefully worthwhile reading, albeit my conversations have seemingly become... less interesting. Just like how the NS boys always revert to talking of their days in NS, I find my conversations surrounding work, more work, and how tired I am, mostly because of.... let me see... work.
The last week has been spent having meals with people. The monotony of this irks me sometimes, especially when your so tired, and you know your only having dinner/lunch with this person is because you won't be seeing this person in possibly a year and will miss them terribly within two months skyping with them way too much, or its a mere obligation. Hence, the sheer, but the oh so significant difference between a friend and an acquaintance.
One meal I really enjoyed was lunch yesterday with my dad and his brokers at Ban Xian Dining Room in The Tower Club, Singapore's most exclusive private business club. It was slightly pretentious, and I felt awfully young and out of place as everyone seemed to be in theirs 30s, 40s, 50s etc. The food(cantonese) was however, exquisite, and everything was served with the Versace Le Jardin China Bone range, which i won't be using in the near future, especially with my departure to my ghetto neighbourhood in Manchester in 2 weeks.
Yesterday was also the last day of work of my attachee friends at my previous firm, a night of good company and much needed talk. A detour after dinner to a wierd old(like 100 yrs at least) house which doubled as a bar freaked most of us out, then to Bar stop, on Kiliney rd, which was quite nice and then some of us headed off to MOS.
Speaking of company, today will be the very last day I will have company in this firm as dearest old mark is leaving. Which means I will have no one to share my workload with, whine constantly to, or jest away the entire day.
But now, all I can say is, TGIF!=)
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