Today (which really is the day until about 4pm) saw me and Sim studying at Chinatown Point's Coffee Bean. Which has overpriced coffee and food. Not that Starbucks is any cheaper -- but it really is
. Starbuck's coffee really is cheaper! At least, from my very bad memory! But oh well. Coffee + Vanilla is tasty tasty. So it was all good in the end.
What was really funny though, was how the counter staff (this hulking Indian man) convinced me to spend $10 on my lunch. 10 fucking dollars! Which I could have spent on MUCH MORE DELICIOUS FOOD. But yeah, I was considering pasta, or a cheapo piece of pie or cake but just looking at the menu had the Indian Man tell me how I should get their gourmet sandwiches
"Um, I wasn't really planning on eating a sandwich for lunch
...." I whimpered, because I am Chinese and Chinese people eat nice hearty wholesome carbo-filled meals for lunch (and dinner, not sandwiches
-- which are awesome for every other meal).
The Indian Man will not hear anything of it. "These are not just sandwiches! They are gourmet sandwiches!
"Ummmmm, I really want to get pasta instead."
"Our gourmet sandwiches are really really
good! If you don't like them I will refund you your money!"
"Um... Okay..." Because I realized that the sandwich set was like $9.90 and my pasta was like $9.90 too (friggin' expensive, sigh).
"You get a free drink too!"
Hip hip hooray!
So I order a Rosemary Chicken gourmet sandwich (wtf) and get a Swedish (WTF) iced tea. Which was strange. Y'see the Swedish Berry Iced Tea tasted like, water, but everytime I took a sip, I'd get hit by an infusion of berriness. It's like, a smell, a feeling, but no taste
. It totally confounded my senses.
Anyway, the rosemary chicken sandwich was good (boohoo cannot get back my money) despite the abundance of evil tomatoes. ( study study study )
Went down to BooksActually after lunch and thought of getting my BBF, Robin, checked out. But since I went there rather unannounced, and it was the lunch hour, Kenny and Karen weren't there (hello! if you're reading this heheheh!) so I hung around with Sim and we tried to choose a present for her friend Prashan. Who I kept calling Prakash. In the end she left with de Botton's The Art of Travel
(which I bought for my cousin for christmas); and I grabbed a book on design. Title promptly forgotten because my brother took it out to read. I think I might get Sontag's On Photography
next for him to read.
(Yes, it is amazing. My brother, who only touched puzzle omnibuses, now reads
! It's really Murakami who did it, because he saw me reading After Dark
and was pretty enticed by the cover of a girl's neck [LOL], and asked if he could read it. So I lent it to him -- it, and all my books, come back pretty banged up, pun not intended -- and he liked it! He's now picking up and trying
any book I buy, which is a feat in itself, considering how he abhorred books before. It's just encouraging to see him try
to read anything, even if he doesn't like it in the end.)
So anyway, embarrassing moment of the day: I discovered a box of little notebooks at the back of the shop (where all the poetry and non-fiction are) and I started rifling through them because they were those first-line little notebooks that I have a few off. Lo and behold there were first-lines from nearly all my favourite books and I started picking them all up - like, 5 or 6 - and then went to the counter to ask how much they were.
The very nice girl there told me that they were not for sale because they weren't ready yet!
OMG I THINK I DIED THERE AND THEN. Hahaahaha, I got too carried away with seeing first lines from Lolita
(I devour their Lolita
items) and Murakami and I can't remember what else I grabbed that I was like "OMG I'M SO SORRY I WILL PUT THEM BACK RIGHT AWAY".
Sorry, book nerdiness is not cool. :(
Anyway, 'twas a fun-filled afternooooon. Have to study now. I like cakes and pies. Nom nom nom.
Oh yes! Parting gift!
Sim's friend thinks that I am like this guy. LOL ORZ.
Aforementioned Penguin book on design is this! Design as Art
! By Bruno Manari.