Its all about the money,
its all about the dum dum duh dee dum dum

My bum is swollen from sitting on the carpeted floor. A half-Alan-Tam, half-Laughing-Buddha man walks in and sat down. 240 minutes later, I realized money is not evil. Money can be use to do good, if you think good. If you are good.

The elderly Alan Tam lookalike believed in not botox but preached about love. Rational makes you think but emotions make one act. I expected it to be a boring sales pitch of a idle millionaire who had to drag me back on my precious Saturday evening to accompany him, to hear him speak. Strangely, I saw through this facade but didn't resist to run..i thought to myself what harm does it do to stay on for free refreshments, pretty faces and entertainment.

Half-Laughing-Buddha has a short tongue that pronounced my lovely Prada as 'Prata' and cake as 'kick'.

B: It is so romantic when a boy traveled all the way from Tampines to the Jurong West to give his girlfriend a kick..
C: KICK? That is SO not romantic right. Everyone was silent but I burst out laughing. If he pursue it, I could have left earlier. DAMN..

B: I stepped into the Prata shop with my wife. She pick up a bag and being Singaporean, unzip the bag and reaches for the price tag.
C: *thinks* Buang sells bags instead of dough, what is this? Mummmbai dey, India..? HAHA then i realised he was referring to PRADA not PRATA. Muahahha