Stakehouse
Two nights ago pipsqueak Ernest, Gm, Shan Hui and myself went to eat at Steakhouse. We saw the opaque sign and water-glass walls while cruising for a place to eat at cine, and mostly everyone wanted to try something new for a change. It was until the waitress led us to our seats did we realise that it was expensive.
A steak cost like SGD $19.90 ONWARDS.
That's not taking service charge and GST into contemplation, let me add.
Okay, maybe to some this amount is measly for a good high-end meal. Which I agree, but the thing was all four of us were born and bred progenies of Singaporean aunties and uncles who still believed in tradtional road-side foodstalls and mending clothes instead of buying new ones.
My point is that we were just basically not really people from the top class of social hierarchy.
So yes, $19.90 for a meal is exorbitantly overpriced.
In the end we decided to stay out of moral obligation to the waitress and ordered. The food reminds me of the ones my Dad cooks for passengers on SIA. They had your main meat-produce, and then tons of steamed vegetables. Even one full size potato. The meal was definitely healthy la.. hahaha.. it was a parisian enough to be that.
Then Gar Meng kidnapped pipsqueak's wallet, and that dude grabbed so hard for it he toppled over the table we were on, and my latte along with it. Which resulted to a less than uncanny scene of the brown, caffeinated substance to splatter all over my pants. Thanks man... went to wash it off. Luckily the waitress (that I thought was a waiter) came, cleaned it up and exchanged the drink for me. Good service. Thumbs up. Haha..
I've yet to develop the holga rolls.
Gotta do that by today.
Oh yea, school's been okay. We're now learning creative writing and evaluating characters in short stories, unravelling plots and so on. It could get quite boring, but I think our lecturer is okay. Soo Lian's her name, and she's always disorientated and always scrambling to find our notes. But she's got an intelligent sense of humour, haha, and that's always an appealing factor. In fact, I like all my lecturers alot (even Nancy and Valentino), because they've attain that state of academic nirvana that distinguishes them as educators instead of designers.
I'm not saying that their better than designers per se, but they have this extra tinge of humanitarian spirit to want to pass down what they've learnt to others, which breaks the stereotype of designers as being elitist oddballs. If there ever was one to start with.
Hahah... :]
I should REALLY be starting on those journal entries.