Turns out, they juz went for breakfast, and er jie went working. Pretty sad, if u asked me, cuz u still have to work on a weekend for half a day every wk.
So when the lift door opened, my mum, da jie and bro-in-law were in it. My mum immediately said, 'Eh, i bought ur food leh!'. So i took it from her, thank her for it and went off to embark on my journey to Yishun.
And my mum, happened to buy clementi's chicken rice, the one tt has rly fragrant rice.
So, the chicken rice travelled from clementi to taman jurong, and from taman jurong to yishun, and finally from yishun to my stomach. Wat was most amusing was its journey to yishun. As u can see, MRTs are air con trains with no open air at all. And tt rice is rly fragrant, so its mysterious power allowed the smell to escape from my bag to the train and spread throughout tt part of the train.
U can imagine how shocked i was when i can smell it, despite the fact tt i zipped my bag up. Afterwards, ppl in the train started looking around, tinking where the freaking packet of rice is. I wonder if they wanna throw it outta the train, or eat it themselves.
So went there, spent the day there, went home. Boring, yes i noe, but i lead a normal life to begin with. Wat u tink i am superman? I dun go flying around wearing a pair of bright red underwear on the outside. As u can see, superman lack sth called 'common sense'.