Wednesday, April 29, 2009
It is super embarassing this morning. Chase the bus from across the road, ran all the way while climbing the bridge but, i still miss the bus. When i reach the bus stop, the bus was starting to drive off already. It stopped for awhile while waiting for the chance to move out from the bus stop. All these time, i was flagging for the bus like hell but the bus uncle didn't seems to notice me. SO embarassing. In the end, the bus just drive off without me!! ARGH!! I confirm he is on board. I so hope that he didn't see!! @#$%^&%#@%*^*%$%W$#@# But, i manage to change bus at bedok reservoir thus, i'm not late.
My supervisor brought Jordan and I to the deport of SMRT at Bishan. We meet up with him at around 1 and we took a cab to bishan planning to have our lunch there. Well, when our teacher keep asking us what we wanted for lunch, jordan started with asking whether is it his treat anot and our teacher just replied: "Well, ok! I will pay for it. Where you guys want to eat?"
And so, we look around. We keep joking around saying we will go to the most expensive restaurant and he just smile and say it's fine. So good!! Well, as we didn't decide after some time so he ask whether we want pizza hut anot. We're abit sick of it so we just keep walking and we saw ding tai feng. Our teacher don't mind eating that but we saw a queue outside. He seems to hate queuing up so we went to the restaurant beside which is wan tai, a hong kong cafe. It's kind of pack and the only seats available are without a back for people to lean back. And our teacher just commented that he doesn't like seats without those. When we were given the menu, it was just chinese words without pictures. I can read them but i prefer ordering food when there's picture for me to take a look at. In the end, i just ask my teacher whether he want to go over to din tai feng anot as the queue is not there anymore. I guess he's not quite happy with the place too thus he just replied: "Really? That's good to hear. Let's go over."
We just walked into the restaurant without waiting and we took our time to order food. First is the Xiao long bao. We wanted to order a small one as we were quite shy.. He just say there's 3 ofus so order the big ones as jordan is still growing up and each of us ordered a bowl of noodle. He still keep asking us whether we want the ones with crab in it which is additional 5 or 6 bucks. We were just shy so we say no need. The xiao long bao came first. And after we finish the 10 xiao long bao he just ask us whether it's nice anot. Of course we replied yes and he just say: "Very nice hor. Hen hao chi. Let's order another one then." We talked about overseas trip and so on and our teacher's son is super lucky! Haha.
It's about the time that we are suppose to meet up eith the mrt staffs however our teacher just ask us to take our time. We finished our food with full stomach and i say that the bill was 50 over!! OMG.. Jordan and I feel so shy after that. Lol.
We took cab to the SMRT deport from bishan junction 8 as my teacher commented that the weather's too hot. We went in a took a very good look at the interiors, their company in whole, their offices where my teacher signed contract at, and the place where their mechanics do the interiors of the trains, see samples of what we're suppose to do. Well, it's not as tough as what i had in mind so i kind of slightly relieved about it.
The place where they so call park the trains.
Walking on the rail tracks with is normally impossible at mrt stations as those who walked on those will eventually end up dead.
The controls where mrt driver drives.
The factory there. It's super big.
So, after the tour, we took shuttle bus back to bishan station and we went back separately at around 4.30 as our teacher applied for the both of us to be excused for not needing to clock out for the day. So GOOD!! I so love my supervisor. Reached home at exactly 5.30, the time that i suppose to clock out.
PS: Didn't get the chance to see him at all today. So depressing. Haix..~~
Will my tears please go back.. 8:13:00 PM