A few days ago (was it only yesterday?), I received a “CashPlus
Statement.” Haven’t I cancelled this CashPlus card? “Cancel” is a word the
operator used while we talked. He also said, CashPlus and UOB One credit card
are “different entities,” meaning cancelling one does not affect the other. Why
is this CashPlus card still with me? All this reminds me of the Wells Fargo way
of business.
Alcohol intake record:
October
29 (Sat.): red wine
Yesterday, I talked to a young Singaporean engineer in an
interview wherein I worked as the interpreter, and he said “whereby” once when
he answered. He, a university graduate, is the third Singaporean I’ve met who
said “whereby” in these few years, and every one of these occasions was rather
formal or they were situations wherein they must have been feeling a bit
nervous. And in every case, the use of “whereby” was grammatically wrong. It seems
to me that they used “whereby” in a place in a sentence where “in which,” “wherein”
or “where” should have been justified, but not “whereby.” I wonder if this is because of their
school education in which they learned this wrong use of “whereby.” And I’ve
probably never had an occasion on which a Singaporean talked in a sentence wherein other relative
adverbs were used.
Alcohol intake record:
October 20 (Thu.): red wine
October 21 (Fri.): Saigon beer, 333 x 3
October 22 (Sat.): 333 x 4
October 23 (Sun.): 333 x 5, Smirnoff “ice” cocktail x 2
October
24 (Mon.) – 28 (Fri.): red wine
Back in Singapore tonight (24th). Feeling better back here irritates me.
Day 4 in Saigon
About a quarter to noon, I went down (only one floor down)
to the reception counter and said, “I’m leaving,” passing the card key to the
guy for checking out. He said (probably), “I’m keeping the key for you.” Not
understanding what he meant, I simply left the hotel. After a few moments, I realized
the guy misunderstood “I’m leaving.” I should have paid for the room service meal of steam rice
and pork rib.
Not knowing
what to do before going to the airport, I spent about an hour on a Nguyen Hue bench.
Finally standing up, I went into the same restaurant of Royal Saigon where I
had lunch of asparagus and crab soup and spring rolls. I took a seat outside and
ordered a cup of “weasel coffee,” but soon regretted when so many mosquitoes
started attacking me. I went inside and was there until around 3:30, when I took
a Vinasun taxi to the airport.