Irene, Val and I went for dinner after the uninteresting bodyfat analysis cum sales talk. While waiting for our orders, we decided to have some fun with our handphones. My hand wasn't that steady from the lack of food intake, hence resulting in artistic, or rather, blurry pictures. Our complexion all look better than usual though :PFor the sake of the 2 gals who were still a little demoralized over their fat% analysis, we decided to order something less sinful. Didn't had much choices anyway, only 2 pages of tim sum menu was being offered to us for dinner.
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Dinner was rather enjoyable with jokes and nonsenses. Concluded that the 香片 tea tasted pretty good as compared to that of the office pantry. Only thing was, we couldn't figure out why there's a plastic tube at the end of the teapot. Hope it doesn't add to the taste of the tea for whichever reason.
For a dinner for 3, the price range was considered Ok. My digestive system did however hinted of available rooms & vacancy, but was ruthlessly ignored by its owner. Diagnosed it as a side effect of my runny nose.
My sense of directions is especially ridiculous at night, not that it's any better during the day time. Still, I managed to find the staircase that leads to Chinatown MRT. A never-ending stairway awaited me. Discovered that working with gravity could also be a chore when one is balancing on high heels, dragging a gigantic T61 and fighting the flu virus at the same time. A sense of achievement ran through me when I discovered this at the bottom of my agony ...
