Going classes. Always feel fortunate that we could walk to our classes.
If not for the proximity, I really don't think I would be so dedicated with kids' classes.
Got to wake them up, shower, milk milk, coax them to eat some biscuits etc (usually not successful at that), head to class by 9am, come home, rest, lunch, nap, then another set of classes.
While at the hawker centre, Bren & I would have breakfast while the kids are at classes.
Usually at the smoking tables, the men there are more chatty. Funny how one movie character commented (in the movie, that French lady was the wife of a diplomat) while she was smoking her cigarettes and chatting with another man, she commented that she doesn't trust people who doesn't smoke, because they love themselves too much and doesn't take risk. Well, that's just her saying. So anyway, I was saying that the uncles at the smoking tables were more chatty. While there, a Bangladeshi supervisor was sharing with us his work week. I asked if he knows which operators have bid for the cinema at Parkway, he says the successful bidder is Cathay. The doors at the theaters weighs 300kg per panel. There was a fire at the prison (kitchen), the heavy-duty dish washer broken down and caught fire. He was there to replace the sprinkle and had to cross 7 gates to reach the kitchen. He says the kitchen had to cater 6,000 packed meals that day as the kitchen was destroyed. He also showed us photographs of the house he built back home for his family, beaming with pride. Etc. etc.
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