GMAT at Waterfront

Met up with MW, Ching Ling, Claudia and Wenbin from the Shanghai gang. It felt like we were back to good old times, 'cept the dining ambience at the Esplanade, whatever we could afford, wasn't as high class as back there. Simply Thai Shanghai equals Thai Express in terms of price, but the food and dining experience is waaaay off.


We all miss the food, especially restaurant dining, where there were the widest variety of everything. Hot pot in winter... wow, Claud reminded me of something I really did enjoyed.


And the best thing about coming out with MW is you always get to do something different. Like, really different. (My money's on you never having done this before)


He has been really busy preparing for his GMAT exams, and he suddenly suggested testing us on GMAT. So, there the four of us were, sitting outside the cafe by the waterfront and trying to solve Maths and logical reasoning questions MW remembers from his books. My score wasn't too bad, 'cept for one question on the angles of parallelogram that left me "HUH?!" and wrong with my tikam (wild guess). But the rest got that sum correct, so that also taught me 1) my maths has been lousy and will forever be so, 2) people who go to top ranking schools like Hwa Chong and National JCs know their maths, 3) I can't lame it on my JC because Ah Ling also went to a neighbourhood JC and she knew it, and 4) all of us can't say "parallelogram" without trying some.


(And I hear you say pa-la-lel-ro-gram... pa-la-rel-ro-gram right now.)


A bunch of nerds laughing themselves silly over GMAT questions was the scene. Heh.


And oh, the kind of things we talked about... it's back to the good old days. "Do you support the casino in Singapore?" "What do you think about the CAO debacle?" "Why do you think some Singaporeans don't want to move out of the country?" "Take GMAT or GRE? For business or journ school?" "How do you think the government can keep Singaporeans' loyalty in the country while encouraging us to be global citizens?"


And our all time favourite goes "How does the microwave oven work to heat up food? Do we get cancer from the radiation?" We listen to MW's theory a million times, and then try to challenge him, and I don't know why the science is a tougher and funnier debate than social issues. MW is a catalyst for all our kopitiam talk, I tell you. Of course we discussed other things, like how suave he is (huh right!), Ah Ling's wedding which MW will emcee with me (sabotage depends on size of ang pow, heh), Julia's swollen legs because of her pregnancy (googoo gaga baby), Mad jie's tai tai life (Holiday in Europe in October, Hong Kong for Christmas). And of course, the American dream. His, that has become ours as well, because we'll all get to bunk in for free if we go on holiday while he's there.


I shared that my dream is to be the ultimate bimbo, and Wenbin kindly informed me just now that I don't have the chest to qualify. Which is an aged joke that just got older.


And what I thought was the best of the night,


"The Waterfront is that front part with water", suggested MW when we were told to walk in that direction for the carpark. Immediately he was shot, with all the "Nice try!"s and "Yar, right!"s in between my non-stop hiccups from laughing too much.


Only, we later realised he WAS right.


I can only conclude Singapore is full of people like MW, who name all the places creatively. Even the only billion-dollar art place.


Sigh!