We had a buddy group outing yesterday! To Turf City, of all places. To eat steamboat, like the ones at Marina South. The place was so ulu, like some lost part of Singapore still stuck in the 1980s.

I've never particularly liked steamboat, the fried kind. I prefer traditional steamboats where you actually steam the food, not fry it ala Seoul Garden style. Everytime I eat that kind of steamboat I feel the need to go home, bathe, and detoxify. It's like the oil gets everywhere. Oh well, but it makes for great fellowship time I suppose.

The problem with having the holidays in between the prelims is that, while it provides a breather and much needed revision time, it also creates the extremely strong illusion of a holiday. An illusion that I unfortunately allow myself to fall for time and time again. Oh well, I guess I need to continually kick myself in the behind to get back to work.