March 15, 2008

Seriously, whatever.

We were supposed to meet at 7.30pm for dinner at Plaza Sing. I was supposed to decide the place and he, the time (that's what he wanted). In the end, I decided both. Then, he said he's sick of town and would prefer Serangoon Gardens or Kovan. I acceded to that. And it was confirmed, for then.

At 10minutes to 7pm, his sms came, suggesting that I go ahead with dinner first and he would join me around 8pm.

My first thought: I thought we were supposed to meet for dinner? And because you are sick of town, I can't even kill time by window shopping at Plaza Sing while waiting for you.

I was not surprised at all that he would be late. Truth be told, whenever I meet friends who work in the corporate sector, I give them enough allowance to be late (well-trained by Wenn). By 'enough', I mean half an hour to an hour. Is that not good enough?

That is why I will suggest to meet in town, somewhere nearer to their corporate cells and somewhere I can shop around, park myself in some bookstore (no matter how poorly stocked) and try not to take notice of my grumbling tummy while I wait for my dinner companions.

But, tell me. What's there to distract myself with in Serangoon Gardens? Food. Only. But we were supposed to have dinner together. So?

GQ (sms): U r such a whiner. Well, if you think u can find other activities at this hour, i m not stopping u :) should be (able to reach) ard 8.30pm. Can? Sorry la
me (sms): Ya, I'm whining because I've a life to live. N I'm quite sick of often waiting for my friends who either don't make the effort or when I do, they seem to take it for granted. Yes, I'm capable of finding other activities for myself at this time too. Dun need to be sorry about it ok... cos i'm sorry about not wanting to wait too.
GQ (sms): ha ha ha. Chill la. Relax. Tell you what. U shall not wait then. Shall not hold u up. I will make the effort the next time. Yeah?
me (sms): Sure... my memory's not that good nowadays. So, I won't bother holdin u to that sms. I'll c u when I c u.
GQ (sms): Aiya. Dun like that. Sorry. Sorry. Dinner n drinks on me next time.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 17:24