Since my dad was gonna leave for Bangkok the next day, he brought us out to J8 for breakfast. We went in to this restaurant and plonked ourselves down. Then the ordering started. I had a rather interesting time listening to their engaging conversation.


"I want the egg and bacon omelette."
"I want that one."
"This one?"
"NO, this one." (Jabs index finger on picture)
"What about you?"
"I want this."
"No, cannot copy me. Must order something else."
"Okay, this one."
"Eeeyer. Not nice."
"Eh, daddy. Change my mind. I want this."
"Oi, I wanted to choose that one. Copycat."
"You copycat, not me!"
"But you copycat first. So you are copycat."


etc etc etc. Then the whole ordering procedure slowly drifted to the subject on "copycats". The poor waiter stood there, waiting and waiting and waiting to take our order (heh, after all waiters are supposed to wait).

"AIYAH, ALL ORDER THIS LAH."
"May I have two of this?"
"S-sure."

My sisters were grumbling throughout the entire meal, while I was happily enjoying the oh-so-quite atmosphere.