small world is when i get up reluctantly, accompany my mom to the singapore flyer to see my dad's makeshift booth in a car carnival, only to realise a neutral friend named rusdi has been working for my dad for quite some time. i just hope those complains about an irresponsible worker on the dinner table is not of any reference to him. although i highly suspect in doubt, because the father exclaimed in an almost demanding and worried tone, "ni ren shi rusdi ah.?!?"