Over the past few days in camp, I found out alot more on durians, the good, the bad and the ugly. It seems like alot of people know about “that cut throat durian shop in the east” (as Glenn Ong on Class 95 said it this morning).
I was home last night and I told my dad how much I paid for that 3 spikey fruit. He went silent for 10 secs. I can hear “dumb son” somewhere between that 10sec of silence:P I would have said that. Then I told him it’s “猫山皇”. Apparently he have never heard of it. “I’ve heard of 老虎山, but never 猫山. Maybe the 老虎山 is gone, so they call it the 猫山.” Very smart. I’d have said that too:P Next year, it might be 老鼠山.
He went on to ask me how many of us took the 3 durians. I said 3. 10Kg of durians for 3 people, no wonder I get nose bleed. On Class 95 morning show today, Glenn mentioned that he has a very stupid friend that paid S$60 for one durian at the same shop. I was going to sms Class95, but I thought maybe not. At S$66.6 per durian, it’s going to be more than stupid.
Today, I took my IPPT. One run reveals everything about my age. The route seems to be longer every year. Luckily, my trusty pair of legs and lungs still manage to give me a nice S$200 reward. Powered by durians, driven by money.
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