Saturday, February 07, 2004


Ryan brought Dad and I to view some houses. One in front of SRJC, another behind St. Nicks. They're both good units but we're quite concerned about their environment. One is too noisy and the other too quite. Good thing Ryan drove us around... or I would be too late for the Fine Dining class.

Yea.. the fine dining class. We had our dinner at the Pedals where we were taught those mannerism. Gentlemen were taught how to sit a lady and how a lady should be be sat. Then we were taught how to place our utensils and such. Spoke to a lecturer quite a bit and another guy who suggested introducing me to ex-lecturer who is a director in AdPlanet or sth... a very big company. HE commented he likes fresh grads from poly... esp. NP. haha....

Then there was another guy who had a quite pretty gf (I was actually more interested in his gf half the time). he kept asking me if i was interested in setting up business. He told me he and 2 other guys and 1 girl are intendning to do so. He said he was 'quite impressed with my interest and me'. k la... cuz i was in a mood to talk seriously and sensibly. hahaha... My 'partner' waited for me while he was talkign to me and walked with me to the MRT station. There, we met another guy who was prob 3 years younger than me. We were all living ard the same area and talked quite a bit. That younger guy even offered to send me to Sembawang MRT station... so nice of him...

Yay... we;re going to view a 5-room tmr in Woodlands. It's the bestest deal i ever heard of. Guess the price. heh...


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