I vow never to drop by at Newton MRT Station ever again unless under very, very special circumstances. Armed with high confidence, my friends and I went in search for the all-time famous Newton Circus. If you're a virgin to the word, the place is not one which you can find entertainment to enlighten your heart. It can do the job, IF you're a food junkie. If you're still dumb enough not to figure out what Newton Circus really is, it's a food centre. Well, being virgins to the place though, we ended up walkingt into a park which looks more like a graveyard, complete with numerous trees that are stocky and you can only see the slim trunks at eye level. A what-we-thought-was-a-hospital greeted us at the end of the footpath, which turned out to be an "Environment Building". (What the hell is that?) Sad case lah... gotta ask a stranger where the food place is and ended up being mistaken as foreigners. Who says Singapore is small, eh?

I don't know if it has got to do with the black cat that we saw along the way to the food place or not but I found a fly inside my drink. Yes, F-L-Y. Eeewwww. Gross. Disgusting. Yucks. Hey, hey...I didn't say I got a cockroach in my drink, right? The fact that it's only a fly soothes my soul a little bit though I was surprised of my finding. I got a "refund" but... first impressions stays in me for a quite a while.

Then came the food. My plate of Nasi Goreng Kampung with Ikan Bilis was so damn, damn hot and spicy that once again, my sweat glands had to release sweat to cool myself down. (I know guys, I can hear you all complaining already. Pardon me, alright?) Same goes to Andrew's Mee Goreng. "It's like being cooked from hell," he said in his usual sarcastic manner. Jun Long was kp-ing that his dish was not hot despite the chilli in it but he didn't really mix the noodles with the chilli, so shut up mate. (HA HA! I can smell your balls shrinking to the size of the fly's shit.) Mah Ser and Bong had a plate of sotong, by which they were kind enough to leave some for our dear Jun Long. A plate of onions and oil used earlier to cook the sotong. Savour the food, mate.

The price was then a shocker of the season. Drinks were 2 bucks and we were like stunned when the aunty asked for 10 bucks for 5 cups of sugar cane juice. Damn. My rice and Andrew's noodles at 4 bucks a piece and the sotong at 8 bucks. Wah kao...in the end, my dearest mate Jun Long had the last laugh with his costing 3 bucks. I think I prefer the food centre at Ang Mo Kio. Now even my body feels heaty with all the hot and spicy stuff inside. I vow never ever to go to that place again. NEVER.

Like what Bong says, never mind to get beaten up in our virgin attempt. Once we learn our lesson, we'll lead life in a much better way. Enough of it. Period.