Half way thru after-tennis dinner with zs and we both realize that we're fucking broke. Forgot to cash money.
No prob. I ran out of the building and went to nearest POSB atm.
Passed through the old food court where zs and pk used to gourge themselves on mince meat noodles and other carnivorous delights.
2 TV screens were hanging overhead, both facing opposite directions.
On one screen, The National Day rally, by Lee Hsien Loong, and yes he was still talking. We boarded the 96 bus service from campus to clementi at around 8plus, and he was still talking. We got to the restaurant, ate and now this... ... and he's STILL talking. Singapore is *that* damn small. How much is there to talk abt.
Zs offers a quick summary '08-'09 = "We're all fucked."
On the other screen, Manchester United vs Birmingham. Score 0-0.
One side of the food court was flooded with pple, watching and nodding and commenting. The other was near empty.
GUESS WHICH SIDE.
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