White Restaurant
Oh, I really could not find time to write. There was certainly no writers' block. This is not a good thing as I try to contain the brain jumping all over. Too often, I got mentally exhausted after a hard day's work. Perhaps it is a sign of ageing? Oh time O time, why have you forsaken me? Let me bring back something most of us love - the joys of eating! Sometime ago, after a golf game at Sembawang delayed by afternoon rain and lightning on a late evening, we decided to go to this tze char restaurant in an old coffee shop in Sembawang. There was scant car park space and a long queue. As I was running late, I wanted to just da pao some food for dinner. I parked at the end of a lane lined with private landed homes and I was careful to note that I was in no way obstructing anybody. While in the queue, my friend thought he saw a red flashing light far away and thought the summons guy was there. We quickly went back to our cars but alas it was too late. So I joined them fo