Attended The Wake
I did indeed went for the funeral wake yesterday. MM, one of PL's closer friend from our secondary school called me yesterday, and said that she is arranging the rest to meet at the station near PL's house at 7pm.
I met K at the station, as the others were not able to make it for the 7pm slot. As we walked, we tried to manage a conversation. We began with the news, then the flats, then on her losing weight after her 2nd child last September. I guess we were both alright on holding the conversation, even though both of us kinda know it's weird when it's only the both of us.
PL was still pretty affected by the death when we arrived. Despite us telling her to go back to the back of the "tentage" where she came out from, if she so feel better to be there, and that she need not entertain us, She didn't respond to us, and got a hold of ourselves about 15 mins later, and started to talk about the recent weather in Singapore. Slowly, we were on normal chatting setting again, though we know, she is still pretty much affected by the death.
MM and LY came by later, and we continue the chat. Conversations flow from her adorable nieces, to the recent secretive unannounced marriage registration of one of the guys, who married a Chinese. It was catchup time, as funeral wakes usually are, while I guess we do feel we need to make our presence, even though she had intended not to have anyone else over except for MM.
Me being the one living the nearest to the wake location, stayed on with MM, while the other 2 mothers had to leave to take care of their kids. I stayed around till about 10 plus, and we were joined by SL, also another one of those who are closer to PL because they hang out often than with me. Strangely enough, even though I haven't seen SL for a really long time, there seemed no strangeness when we chat.
We continued to talk for a while, before PL said she felt like getting some peanut butter toast for her mother's altar. Because SL drives, we suggested going to some nearby Hongkong Cafe for some supper while getting the toast.
Before we get ready to leave, one of her relatives, I suppose it's her Aunty, spoke to me in Chinese "Miss, please take care of her. She is very upset and emotional." I nodded to her, and told her we will do so.
We ended up at this place call "Tang Shui" (direct translation for sugar water, which means sweet soup dessert in Cantonese) at River Valley Road. I was thinking of writing about the good experience on my blog as I step in, but decided I would write about the bad experience instead.
The interior decoration of the cafe is in funky lime green and shocking pink, very modern-shanghai-tang kinda look. The tables and chairs were of antique-rosewood-like wood. There are a few crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, it definitely scores high point with me on interior decor.
My phone battery went flat, so I was unable to take any pictures. We had prawn mango roll (good), chee cheong fun with ham and egg, peanut butter toast, fries and my ham, egg and beans toast (basically American Breakfast all put together) and boiled Coke with ginger. Yep, and it doesn't taste that bad, taste like Hot Sarsi :)
But service is badbadbad. The Chinese waitress wasn't paying attention to our order when we requested for no egg on both the eat-in toast and the takeaway one, and we had to take the one without egg, and request for the takeaway one changed. The food took a long time to be served. And we had to call to the waiter and waitress 3 times before we get chilli sauce for our fries. My AmericanBreakfastInOneDisguise toast wasn't that fantastic. We were all pretty unsatisfied with the whole experience. However, my friends did mention that the one down at Zion Road has better service. So I guess I'd probably pop by there if I get supper chance again.
We left the place at about 12 plus. I was sent home before the girls send PL back to the wake. I guess for her, it's a relief that even though she wants time alone, there are still people whom she can turn to for company.
And as for me, I guess I am not that a stranger to this closer group of friends, though I am still very distant from the bigger group. I guess the girls feel that too, cos we seemed to get the same treatment everytime we gather.
Well, I am thankful we don't need large groups of friends to call it friendship. Quality of time is so much better than quantity of time.
I met K at the station, as the others were not able to make it for the 7pm slot. As we walked, we tried to manage a conversation. We began with the news, then the flats, then on her losing weight after her 2nd child last September. I guess we were both alright on holding the conversation, even though both of us kinda know it's weird when it's only the both of us.
PL was still pretty affected by the death when we arrived. Despite us telling her to go back to the back of the "tentage" where she came out from, if she so feel better to be there, and that she need not entertain us, She didn't respond to us, and got a hold of ourselves about 15 mins later, and started to talk about the recent weather in Singapore. Slowly, we were on normal chatting setting again, though we know, she is still pretty much affected by the death.
MM and LY came by later, and we continue the chat. Conversations flow from her adorable nieces, to the recent secretive unannounced marriage registration of one of the guys, who married a Chinese. It was catchup time, as funeral wakes usually are, while I guess we do feel we need to make our presence, even though she had intended not to have anyone else over except for MM.
Me being the one living the nearest to the wake location, stayed on with MM, while the other 2 mothers had to leave to take care of their kids. I stayed around till about 10 plus, and we were joined by SL, also another one of those who are closer to PL because they hang out often than with me. Strangely enough, even though I haven't seen SL for a really long time, there seemed no strangeness when we chat.
We continued to talk for a while, before PL said she felt like getting some peanut butter toast for her mother's altar. Because SL drives, we suggested going to some nearby Hongkong Cafe for some supper while getting the toast.
Before we get ready to leave, one of her relatives, I suppose it's her Aunty, spoke to me in Chinese "Miss, please take care of her. She is very upset and emotional." I nodded to her, and told her we will do so.
We ended up at this place call "Tang Shui" (direct translation for sugar water, which means sweet soup dessert in Cantonese) at River Valley Road. I was thinking of writing about the good experience on my blog as I step in, but decided I would write about the bad experience instead.
The interior decoration of the cafe is in funky lime green and shocking pink, very modern-shanghai-tang kinda look. The tables and chairs were of antique-rosewood-like wood. There are a few crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, it definitely scores high point with me on interior decor.
My phone battery went flat, so I was unable to take any pictures. We had prawn mango roll (good), chee cheong fun with ham and egg, peanut butter toast, fries and my ham, egg and beans toast (basically American Breakfast all put together) and boiled Coke with ginger. Yep, and it doesn't taste that bad, taste like Hot Sarsi :)
But service is badbadbad. The Chinese waitress wasn't paying attention to our order when we requested for no egg on both the eat-in toast and the takeaway one, and we had to take the one without egg, and request for the takeaway one changed. The food took a long time to be served. And we had to call to the waiter and waitress 3 times before we get chilli sauce for our fries. My AmericanBreakfastInOneDisguise toast wasn't that fantastic. We were all pretty unsatisfied with the whole experience. However, my friends did mention that the one down at Zion Road has better service. So I guess I'd probably pop by there if I get supper chance again.
We left the place at about 12 plus. I was sent home before the girls send PL back to the wake. I guess for her, it's a relief that even though she wants time alone, there are still people whom she can turn to for company.
And as for me, I guess I am not that a stranger to this closer group of friends, though I am still very distant from the bigger group. I guess the girls feel that too, cos we seemed to get the same treatment everytime we gather.
Well, I am thankful we don't need large groups of friends to call it friendship. Quality of time is so much better than quantity of time.
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