uncle choon

One of the key figures in Day's life now is his uncle Choon.



Day only got to know him less than 2 months ago - since Choon was in Australia before - but they've gotten so thick that Day sometimes cries when uncle Choon leaves for work.

And when Choon comes home every day, he yells "Day Day!" before rushing to pick him up or play a game of catch. No surprise, one of the reasons why Choon decided to uproot from Australia where he was very happily underworked and overpaid and return to Singapore where it's the reverse, was so that he could get to know his sole nephew a little better.

So Day had to be a part of Choon's 28th birthday celebration yesterday, at the Pan Pacific Hotel's 37th-floor Chinese restaurant Hai Tien Lou. The view was great, Day could see from City Hall to Nicoll Highway.



Surprisingly, Day was extremely well-behaved. He sat in his high chair for 1 1/2 hours without a peep - extraordinarily rare for him - with just an occasional screwing up of the face.



What made dinner even more memorable, however, was:

* That 5 tiny bowls of shark's meat soup cost bloody $140
* That while we were eating, a tremor from an earthquake measuring 7.2 on the Richter scale in Sumatra caused the restaurant - which is perched like a saucer at the edge of the hotel - to sway for a good 15 seconds. I didn't feel a thing, I was too busy in the toilet trying to clean up Day's shit. Which is a good thing as I would have panicked. As it is, just hearing about how Choon's tea cup was rattling made me want to run down the emergency staircase with Day in arms.

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