... brunch at
Killiney Kopitiam ("Which Killiney Kopitiam are we going to?" "Er ... the one at Killiney Road ... ") with the gang of old friends. The boys egged me on to order
mee siam mai hum ("We'll back you up with a loud chorus,"
Packrat promised) while the girls belatedly realised that we were
all wearing pink (unintentional, we swear).
wahj enlightened us that the
Pollution Standards Index reading at 11 am today was 128 (anything above 100 is Bad For One's Health), which explains why the air smells execrable and the sunlight's all washed out.
Kay was impressed that everyone knew about their new refrigerator. Ondine showed off
her new bag to grand admiration all round. And G-man gave us a ride home in his new(ish) car, which made me wish I had a small car of my own to zip around in so that I wouldn't have to be at the mercy of our
world-class transport system.
I am declaring a moratorium on
kaya toast for at least a month.
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