As I'm typing this I feel a little sense of guilt. Not because I did something wrong or anything but because I went out in a Friday evening. An evening which I could have spent doing something productive in preparation for my prelims. It kind of gives me the chills when I think of my peers who are mugging like there is no tomorrow. But on the flip side, I'm really glad I went out with yilin today because I enjoyed myself, talking to her just about anything under the sun. Cheers to our friendship(: Strolled down Clarke Quay, and the unfamiliar eateries seemed to tell me that I have not been there for quite awhile. One thing that caught my eye was this food outlet:
It has a name C clinic. At first thought, it seemed to me like your usual chill out place, except that it was some F&B outlet seeking an unusual name. But on closer look, it got me disgusted. It really lived up to it's name-clinic. Everything is hospital oriented. From the seats to the fake drips to the fake operation theater lights and even the waiters were dressed up in nurses uniforms. Freaky. I heard that the food is prepared on stainless steel operating tables and served in bedpans, while cocktails are served in syringes and drip-bags. I don't understand, what trills can one get out of this? In my opinion, it is just plain sick. I think I read one article quite some time back talking about this. I guess it's still surviving after all.
Moving away from this I ate at Waraku in the Central. It's a jap eatery that reminds me of sushi tel. I also stopped by sticky to get those handmade sweets. These sweets have recently become rather popular. When I first knew about it two years ago, hardly anyone knew about it. Now it is no longer an unusual sweet.
I also made sure I did not reach home too late because it would not be pratical for me to return home late on the eve of my parent-teacher meeting. It would not do me any good especially when Ms B will spam my mum with all those remarks about my under performing results.
Goodnight♥
