Another ordinary sunday. Or does it only seem to b?
Another ordinary Sunday. After a while, all Sundays start feeling like the same. Morning father woke me up to go church at 1030. yes 1030 is still very early for me. That dae woke up at 6 was extreme exception. Todae special feast dae. Feast of Christ the king, which marks the end of another liturgical year. Cycle A if I’m not wrong. Something like the church’s version of a new year. So overall it was not bad. The Vietnamese priest gave an unusually long homily. But cd tell that since todae was a special day, he did quite thorough preparation and planning for what his going to say. Got some gd pointers there.
After church went for lunch at jurong point. Met ah yi hwee leng and family there. They’re going holiday too. Go new Zealand. They’re leaving on 30th.
After lunch go home tried to continue painting but so sian so half way stopped painting and ended up sleeping for 2 solid uninterrupted hrs instead. After that go bras basah this shop called shi bao zai (recommended by chia) to order canvas. The lady was quite nice, but my father was unusually temperamental that time. Mood swing. Thought both father and mother were quite rude to the lady. Indirectly insulted the lady. I was thinking of asking them to deliver the canvases to our house next week. Father say dong want next week. Say scared that canvas damage and blah blah so ask them to deliver after we come back in dec where we’ll b back so on the spot can check for damages...nao hia. Question the perfectness of my perfect plan. Even the lady also felt insulted la..but of course she didn’t show it. say that they every day deliver such canvases to pri sch so dong need to worry damage or what.
Anyway in the end settled the canvas reservations then went next door the newly renovated popular. Now look so much nicers. More hip. Like try to copy kino that type of ambience. But unfortunately dong have kino’s that kind of wide variety of books. But still not too bad. Bought some art books, and this book on Chinese propoganda posters.
Then want to pay that time saw first floor only got one cashier in operation. Wtf?!! And the cashier got 2 pple both take their own sweet time although got so long queue to clear. Never mind. We lazy to go other cashier so we still queue. Then come to our turn to pay that time, the cashier lady just tore open one of the wrappers of the propoganda book. Say the machine cannot register or what, then can flip thru the book some more, say she looking for the barcode. Hello! Woman, barcode always on the cover page one. u flip thru expecting to find the barcode inside on mao’s face isit?! In the end dong noe how she register. Leave that time the gates alarm sounded. No security guard to stop us… but gd ethical s’poreans that we r, went back to cashier to ask them nao hia y u try to put us in jail. So they tried to demagnetize all the books once again and this time the cashier woman’s partner, this man, personally help us bring the books to the gates again to ensure that alarm won’t sound again. Ah jo. So lau ya. The alarm ter ter loud loud sound again. this time machine angry already. When I walk thru alarm also ter ter loud loud at me. So the man say ah ya u all can go first. Dong care the machine.
So unprofessional. Poor service. Then walk past both of them found out y. That cashier pple both of them on the name tag put PARTTIMER. So probably after exams cannot cause trouble at home so decided to go out and work in popular so can cause trouble to everybody. This pair of cashier man and woman ar, really classic. Never seen b4 pple so blur and immobile.
Dinner went to lau par sat there this zhi char stall. Food, service and all was very very gd. Special mention to the deep fried sotong in egg paste and the or ni. Wha tock gong man. I give 5/5 stars. Father say when dec that time he want to invite Julia and co, uncle chwee guan, alice they all for makan there.
Go back to car park there ahya realized somebody scratch my parents car. Then father suspected must b that kleng family who left just when we were walking towards our car. Suspected that the kleng not happy that my father signaled to them to move aside when my father want to park car that time. So that kleng buay song, and inferiority complex coz father drive lexus while they drive some old and ugly piece of crap. So give my father car one long nice scratch.
Parents were dam angry. On the way home keep on scolding the scratchers. Then as usual say * cannot be trusted. Not that we r racist la. the sheltered carpark where we park only got their car when we park that time. Saw them leaving while we were walking to our car. Its so obvious that they did it. And I’m taking a leaf from tianwei. I have to mention that its the klengs who did it or else pple wd simply assume that they r Chinese, and assuming that klengs r chinese wd b racially insensitive. so must specify.
But look on the bright side my father’s car is silver so scratch from far doesn’t look so obvious.
And I’m feeling contented. Progress for my painting is going on time. Finished that sky. Its perfect. Now will finish up the ground and tmw will finish the column. So by tmw evening when I leave it’ll b half done. So 4 now, its back to painting again. Ciao.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 11:58 PM
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