Carrying a bagful of posters, a laptop, and 2 mega huge banners, I looked for my mates in a sea of steamboat tables and steam. Not looking the smartest in my lok kok attire, I found my primary school friends sitting at a table in the middle, thus forcing me to squeeze my way in, saying a few sorries along the way. People were amazed when I told them I still have primary school outings now. I mean not 2 or 3 lae. It's 14 this time, and on a more fortunate day, it can easily hit 20. Anyway, everytime we met, I perform my formalities of asking around where they studying/where they working/when they ord, which has served me well in my interaction. It's strange because we only told each other these 9 months back. We were obviously not listening then. It's like asking how old your relatives' kids are at every CNY. Formalities lar. Starting mah. Shy. The guys were shy, sitting at one table chatting among themselves, with me entertaining the 4 gals, looking like the confirmed chao buaya to the common outsider, until Kaven came along. I not buaya lar. I believe that ying and yang interacts better and talking to guys can be a real bore. Fuck, now I sounds like one.

The thing about Zhen Fa is that they are conjested and their food is poorly done (we have to wash the crabs and clams ourselves). The meat are so full of zup that makes the hotplate so watery and easily chao tah. The need to change the aluminum foil arises after every round of cooking. The poor service from their employees didn't improve things.