chomp it!
Due to some last minute twist of events, my friends and I finally dragged ourselves down to chomp chomp for supper on Saturday night after like discussing what to do for the whole evening.
It was hilarious, all of us rushing to take the last bus to Serangoon Gardens.
We reached there around midnight, a few stalls have already closed, but majority of the stalls were still open, our gamble paid off.
After finishing the "not-so-great" hokkien mee and stingray ( we ordered from the wrong stall, the rest though was still as good, eg carrot cake, satay, chicken wing), we hanged around the seats outside cartel and some staffs from the wine shop beside it was giving us subtle signs when they switched off the lights and fans in the big canvas tent.
Suddenly someone suggested that why not we walk to serangoon (zhss/nyjc area), grab some drinks and find some windy spots. (Its stuffy under the tent) And so, we walked further into the private estates of terrace houses, with some luck and going towards the tall flats that we could see, we found some pedestrian tunnel under a vehicle flyover, from what it seems to be CTE.
At the end of the tunnel, guess where we were, ta-dah, Ang Mo Kio Ave 3. It's so damn near, only about a 15-20minutes walk and we walked damn real slowly. We totally deviate from our actual target, ahaha, and there are actualy two recee-trained nsfs in our midst.
Anyway, we went to someone's house to sleep for the night, after some cha-xiao-ing at the 7-11 at AMK Ave 3. By the way, we saw rats there, not one but three, rats scrambling around, jumping into rubbish finding . . . garbage.
When I finally woke up, it was already ten am, and it was raining heavily. Maroon 5's Sunday Morning suddenly started playing in my mind. One of my favourite songs . . .
Everyone finally woke up at noon and after two episodes of CSI, we finally dragged ourselves out for lunch.
Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning
" Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in "
Ah, Sunday mornings.
les
It was hilarious, all of us rushing to take the last bus to Serangoon Gardens.
We reached there around midnight, a few stalls have already closed, but majority of the stalls were still open, our gamble paid off.
After finishing the "not-so-great" hokkien mee and stingray ( we ordered from the wrong stall, the rest though was still as good, eg carrot cake, satay, chicken wing), we hanged around the seats outside cartel and some staffs from the wine shop beside it was giving us subtle signs when they switched off the lights and fans in the big canvas tent.
Suddenly someone suggested that why not we walk to serangoon (zhss/nyjc area), grab some drinks and find some windy spots. (Its stuffy under the tent) And so, we walked further into the private estates of terrace houses, with some luck and going towards the tall flats that we could see, we found some pedestrian tunnel under a vehicle flyover, from what it seems to be CTE.
At the end of the tunnel, guess where we were, ta-dah, Ang Mo Kio Ave 3. It's so damn near, only about a 15-20minutes walk and we walked damn real slowly. We totally deviate from our actual target, ahaha, and there are actualy two recee-trained nsfs in our midst.
Anyway, we went to someone's house to sleep for the night, after some cha-xiao-ing at the 7-11 at AMK Ave 3. By the way, we saw rats there, not one but three, rats scrambling around, jumping into rubbish finding . . . garbage.
When I finally woke up, it was already ten am, and it was raining heavily. Maroon 5's Sunday Morning suddenly started playing in my mind. One of my favourite songs . . .
Everyone finally woke up at noon and after two episodes of CSI, we finally dragged ourselves out for lunch.
Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning
" Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in "
Ah, Sunday mornings.
les
posted by yaogui at
9:59 PM
