Sorry for the lack of posts recently, but I got a little lazy. And there isn't really much to write about...

Oh, actually I wanted to write a complaint letter to Secret Recipe over an episode during one of those days where the whole freaking nation rushed to watch the firewerks at Marina. But then again, on second tots, I decided to be nice and let it pass but that doesn't mean I dun blog about it... And well this time, I'm gonna include names cuz I'm still feeling cheesed off...

And so it was on a Friday (17 Aug) and Little Imp, Bernice and bf and I decided to go have dinner and meet up with Val later for drinks after she's done accompanying her mum for dinner. Well actually, Val wanna jio us for firewerks on the 11th floor of our office after dinner but I can't cuz I was supposed to meet Fion but then I kanna tua-ed and so Val ended up having dinner with her mum and I ended up having dinner with the rest.

So anyways, we had wanted to go Vino Vino for some wine but we mis-timed and the whole bloody traffic came to a standstill after the firewerks, so we figured we will never make it to M. Sultan, so we decided to go chill in Marina Square instead.

Well, as expected, we couldn't find any seats in all major cafes but I did manage to get us 4 seats at Secret Recipe. Note that there was going to be 5 of us but we had only 4 chairs, so well naturally, I approached one of the waiters to kindly find me a chair.

'Yes sir, in a while sir.' replied the fat malay guy who then disappeared and never came back. I next approached a tall nerdy chinese guy with specs and repeated my request for the 5th chair.
'Its a bit crowded sir, but I'll try to see what I can do.' replied the nerd who also failed to find me that ever elusive 5th chair.

And throughout our 20min there waiting for our 5th chair, no one came to take our order. Just then, a table was being vacated and a waiter was clearing the table, so I walked over and asked the small sized malay guy if we can switch tables cuz we have 5 pax and there weren't enough chairs. He said we could and so I went back and told the others we can switch tables.

And so as we walked back (Val had joined us by then), a malay gal whom I assumed was the duty manager on duty, told me the table was reserved and demanded I joined the long queue outside. I then told her the small malay guy said we could switch tables but she wasn't convinced and told me they only have a fat malay guy but no small malay guy.

Nabei, I was by then starting to get pissed so I told her to stay there and I'll show her the 'small malay guy'. And so, the 'small malay guy' reappeared and I said, 'Here's your small malay guy'. To which she walked away and replied, 'He's not malay, he's Phillipine.'
What the FUCK?!?!? Does it fucking matter what race or nationality the waiter is? Oh I'm sorry I couldn't tell a malay from a Phillipino but that is not the fucking point now, is it?

We got the table but the next thing I knew, the 100% malay started shouting at the poor guy in plain view of other customers. I actually wanna tell her off then and there but decided not to make a scene. The 'big malay guy' then reappeared and was told by the manager to come take our orders. I then asked for the manager's name to which he replied Siti. I then asked Siti what, to which he replied, 'Siti Mariam, sir'... I swear that he was smiling with glee as he was spouting out the full name, probably happy that someone is finally gonna complain his manager. Dear Siti must thank her Allah that I had decided to be forgiving, for I had even recorded the time that the incident took place which was 10.34pm, according to my Adidas watch.

p.s. I am most certainly not racist, well maybe towards Bangalahs and cheena men from Cheena but I dun have a problem with Malays, in general. And oh, by the way, the name of the friendly and helpful Phillipino waiter who got scolded was called Rodolf, without the 'u'.