A day at Botak Jones

Botak jones is a well known eatery that serves authentic American-restaurant-quality food. Today i had mine( for dinner) with sy at the Clementi branch.

Something interesting about this branch, is that its located within a humble coffee shop. From far you will see an unmistakable queue for Botak Jone's makan. Its interesting to see the helpless dreadful looks of the other tenants sharing the same coffee shop. Too overwhelming i must say...

After a WHOLESOME experience with botak jones last week ( thank you michelle, jeremy and jeannie for the belated birthday treat) i told sy not to try anything funny; Just order something in light proportion. This silly gal casually remarked that she wanted to order this and order that. As if she can finish everything like that....

Today's dinner topic was about finding jobs, seeking life directions, deciding the right partner for sy(hoh hoh sorry hoh all girls reading this, i'm already attached...heh heh), trip itinerary for TCV grad trip and also talking about the disparity of mentality between guys and girls of the same age. After expending all possible thoughts on our minds, we both realised that food hasnt been served. Starved to the verged of feeling full( yeah i know it sounds oxymoronic). But seeing the sumptous plates being served on neighbouring tables somehow make us hungrier by the second.
I suddenly recalled what i was pondering about yesterday; The disparity between me and my female counterparts. I found myself easily drawn to ladies of sy's age. Probably that explains in the first place why my lady peers disappeared; They went on to socialise with guys a couple of years older that i am. One consolation though is that i'm not in year one. Glad to have companionship of ladies like sy at times.

Somehow, the topic diverted to our days in odac main comm. We both started to evaluate the level of bond among the existing ones around in school. In my mind, I disagreed sy's view that our comm wasnt bond. True enough, my fellow main comm members werent really the trek siao type, very unlike our predecessors, but we had our little secret gatherings, studying together, having meals in school... till today i never regret being in the 9th comm of ntu odac. I suppose the definition of bond is subjective.

After pampering my pear shaped tummy,I took a lift from sy's monster truck to JP. Went there for a last min attempt to find the travellers' eye mask that dearie couldnt find. Jalan jalan around the complex made me feel very empty and aimless. I was supposed to meet dearie about 1030pm at the train station for her dinner(haiz that poor girl didnt bother to eat anything before her evening Japanese class in Bugis). I glanced my watch and saw 945pm.

And so, i found myself walking into one of the shops still filled with activity and lots of bing bing bang bang, the game arcade. Immediately i recounted those 9th comm days when big boys like kk, ex hall king, monkey, the goat, and the ladies ss, sy, b and yl stood in front of those giant video arcade screens with lots of yells and yelps.

Now the time read 10pm. I moved further into the game arcade shop to discover an all time favourite game that me and Ali( my secondary school playmate) used to play....those were precious memories really. I started playing HOUSE OF THE DEAD when it first came out in 1997 in this video arcade in parklane, peace centre.

Now, all alone, i was staring at the HOUSE OF THE DEAD 4, rubbing my teary eyes and yawning away.

I did not get to meet Ali this CNY. I hope i will get to see him soon. Wonder how he is.

I bump into CQ while waiting for dearie at the train station. Gosh... CQ now have stylo milo short hair, very cool and attractive for a girl. Too bad, cant catch up much with her. She was on her way back to Marsiling. Looking forward for the next climb/ skate session with her. I wanna clear my exams fast!

I wont say much about the part after dearie came. Gonna keep that precious part to myself for the night.

After a day of tuition and 30 laps in the pool, its time to close shop.

Good night everyone.... speng lives on memories, and speng really miss his friends whom he hasn't met for eons.