Marina South.

Last evening's steamboat was quite pleasant one.
I heard it was most of the class and I conjured that most of the class would be about 9.
Which appeared to be true.
After a long wait at the control station with Joseph Chan, who oddly omitted any visual aid for his 500 degree visual acuity problem, we were surprised to be chauffeured by our classmates to Marina South.
To me, it just felt surreal to see my classmates driving each other around for my memories were still sticked and restricted back to schooldays. You know, maybe it should have been more like a bus ride.
The literal atmosphere at Marina South is nothing but an extension of the kitchen ventilator with its oily and BBQ molecules filling up the air. You can smell thick, humid clouds of fried chicken, sotong with steam. PSI : 70.
The general feel of the steamboat was a more oriental and economical version of Seoul Garden.
There are chinese herbs inclusive of black and white fungus for your choosing plus the usual stuff you'll find at Seoul G. And only $12.
2 boxes of live prawns were left on the table. Give it a minute and you see flying, jumping prawns. With screaming girls. Being vegetarian was on my mind when I saw cruelty being executed upon those helpless prawns : Freshly grilled, freshly boiled were they. A plate was even left on the pot to seal its fate. I felt guilty dumping a prawn from the floor to the bin, but maybe it wouldn't feel as bad as being heated to death.
It would have been better if MJ was well, she livens up the group considerably.
Our class haven't met up for a quarter year but this time it felt more bonded and gel-ed.


Has anyone got a tummyache yet ? =)