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I briefly glanced up from my menu as he picked a yellow plate of sushi off the conveyor belt.
"You do know that you just took a $6-plate right?" I asked, half-expecting him to put it back.
"Yeah."
"Ooookay," I raised my eyebrows at him in surprise, and looked back down at the menu.
"Why? What's the matter?"
"Nah," I laughed a little. "It's just that you couldn't even bring yourself to treat us to a 50-cent McDonald's ice-cream cone in the past, so -- I'm just making sure..."
He smiled sheepishly. "Aiyah, that was then. Things change."
***
It's been a long week, but we're finally done with our FYP presentations, along with miscellaneous other assignments, so I can finally breathe a little easier. Just to give you an idea of what my week was like, I gulped down two big cups of coffee every day, Tuesday through Thursday; and I haven't had coffee in about a year. It makes me extremely crabby after the initial caffeine rush, and it's not one of my best looks, really.
Despite the hectic schedule and the caffeine-abuse, we did have fun (which actually sums up my entire time here); standing around waiting for our posters to be moderated and critiqued proved a good opportunity for us to get photos taken as a group. It's been difficult to gather the whole class this final year, mostly because we're doing electives of our choice, as opposed to in the first three years, where we were forced to take common core modules. So those couple of days kinda exploded into a monster of a picture-taking session; perhaps a small taste of what graduation day will be like, if indeed we all make it there.
***
I watched his face as the numbers came up on the cash register. He didn't even flinch. Maybe things had changed.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked, taking my wallet out.
"It's okay," he gave a little wave of the hand. "My treat."
My head went Whoa, but all my mouth could reciprocate was: "Darn, I should've ordered the lobster sushi."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Man, I've gotta learn to stop doing things like that.
***
Dean turns one-month old! Well, in a couple of days, at least.
We went over for a little celebration, custom and all that. I liked the modern twist to the traditional giving of red eggs. But I liked the gurgling baby more. :)
"You do know that you just took a $6-plate right?" I asked, half-expecting him to put it back.
"Yeah."
"Ooookay," I raised my eyebrows at him in surprise, and looked back down at the menu.
"Why? What's the matter?"
"Nah," I laughed a little. "It's just that you couldn't even bring yourself to treat us to a 50-cent McDonald's ice-cream cone in the past, so -- I'm just making sure..."
He smiled sheepishly. "Aiyah, that was then. Things change."
***
It's been a long week, but we're finally done with our FYP presentations, along with miscellaneous other assignments, so I can finally breathe a little easier. Just to give you an idea of what my week was like, I gulped down two big cups of coffee every day, Tuesday through Thursday; and I haven't had coffee in about a year. It makes me extremely crabby after the initial caffeine rush, and it's not one of my best looks, really.
Despite the hectic schedule and the caffeine-abuse, we did have fun (which actually sums up my entire time here); standing around waiting for our posters to be moderated and critiqued proved a good opportunity for us to get photos taken as a group. It's been difficult to gather the whole class this final year, mostly because we're doing electives of our choice, as opposed to in the first three years, where we were forced to take common core modules. So those couple of days kinda exploded into a monster of a picture-taking session; perhaps a small taste of what graduation day will be like, if indeed we all make it there.
***
I watched his face as the numbers came up on the cash register. He didn't even flinch. Maybe things had changed.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked, taking my wallet out.
"It's okay," he gave a little wave of the hand. "My treat."
My head went Whoa, but all my mouth could reciprocate was: "Darn, I should've ordered the lobster sushi."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Man, I've gotta learn to stop doing things like that.
***
Dean turns one-month old! Well, in a couple of days, at least.
We went over for a little celebration, custom and all that. I liked the modern twist to the traditional giving of red eggs. But I liked the gurgling baby more. :)
posted by Laughingcow at 8:53 pm
6 Comments:
ooo...a special date? ;)
No lah! If it were a "special" date, it wouldn't be documented here. Cough cough. ;)
I actually went and read most of the linked posts to this entry... again, u r truly blessed for a bunch of friends like these... to have a bowl of peeled grapes is just unbelievable!
btw, I "stole" the squeeze-toothpaste-for-you idea some time back.. it was a hit!
Haha, which sweet young thing did you con with the toothpaste bit?! ;)
Actually, as much as I appreciate all of these, I'm perhaps more grateful for the friends who take care of me on a daily basis; the things they do may not sound half as sweet, but it is the faithfulness of being there every day that I'm unspeakably thankful for. :)
MR MOGU!
(be still, my heart? =P)
hee hee. eh, he sounds like a good boy. * whistle *
Haha, yeah, it's Mr Mogu. He's a good boy lah, but no! Whistle what whistle! :S
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