2007 seems to be a year of food mishaps. I recently had a brush with the ill fated Changi Village Chendol which gave me a stomach ache and yesterday it was the beriyani. Let me recollect the unfateful event. I met Megan at National Library at bugis as we felt bored staying at home and watching the same old programmes on television and decided to break away from the monotony of our lives by enriching our brains. The National Library is the best library in Singapore as it boasts a huge collection of books and I do not get disappointed when I pay a visit to my favourite library. After the eventful outing, we waited for Prakash to pick us up and we went to Vivo City, a huge shopping centre at Harbourfront which recently opened its doors and boasts an unhealthy attendance almost every day to put people like me off who hates crowds.
True enough, Vivo City was big enough and we spent time in one wing. After all the walking, we went to Long John Silvers for its economical food and I was put off by the counter girl who asked me in a Singlish tone to upgrade my drink to medium. I have noticed that at some fast food outlets, the couter staff will usually suggest a medium drink to make the staff buy medium but I'm not a heavy drinker unlike my friend Prakash who drinks to his heart's content.
After filling our stomachs, we went to Serangoon for dessert and I was not really keen on dessert as I felt that I had space for some heavy food. I suggested Karai Kudi and my friends agreed to my request. I ordered chicken beriyani and Prakash couldn't resist ordering the beriyani. After eating the beriyani and downing a glass of tea where Megan had to make a joke about the English colonial times when I drank my tea too slow as I was feeling full, we were pondering on our next destination as it was only 9pm.
Prakash suggested going to Mustafa on the spur of the moment as he drove past Mustafa. When we got to Mustafa, we took a stroll around the Mustafa shopping centre commenting on sunglasses to docker shoes. Trouble started to brew when my stomach started to feel uneasy. i decided to take a risk but my stomach began to feel funnier by the minute due to the beriyani. We were on our way to the old Mustafa shopping centre and I was thinking of a place with a decent toilet. I was brainstorming a few places in my head and I felt that the Farrer Park mrt station was the best place as it was clean and there would be more toilet cubicles. After paying a visit to the toilet, I chanced upon another cubicle where there was an act of vandalism on the wall. Upon closer examination, there was a picture of a naked lady drawn on the cubicle with the words in Tamil, don't trust a woman. I felt that it was quite funny and I was not happy as I wasted money on beriyani which went down the toilet bowl.
After walking around in old Mustafa, we decided to go back home and we parted ways at eleven. It was an eventful day with unforgettable experiences.
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