Dear Tom,

It's been a while. How're things?

I've already devised our itinerary for our time together here. Unfortunately, my
parents have just decided to go abroad to pay my grandparents a visit and have
asked me to go along. As it's donkey's years that we've lived far away from each
other, I resort to call off our plans. I'm really sorry for that.

By the way, do you still want to stick it out? We can totally make up for that
when I'm back in July. I'll send you the plans right away. What do you think?

Again, I deeply regret for having to change my mind. Hope that we'll have a
blast next time. Don't forget to drop me a line soon.

Bests,
Trang
It was the strangest-looking restaurant I have ever seen. Moulded walls and
willy-nilly arranged tables and chairs really got on my nerves. But because of its
reputation to be a top-notch establishment, I just ignored that, well, until the
very first dishes were served. "Yuck!", yelled I, as I saw a seemingly curly hair
on the top of one dish. I literally saw red and was about to make a complaint to
the waitress there. Ironically, however mad I was, she just turned away into the
kitchen with a quizzical wink towards me.

I had no choice but to sit down. While waiting for my friends, I then "feasted
eyes on" the so-called spectacular view, which looked out to the ground which
used to be a car park. After a while, I began to wonder why my friends were so
late and whether they were stuck in the traffic. Two hours passed and my
patience was pushed to the limit, and I decided to go home. However, no sooner
had I left my seat than all of my friends showed up. They just pointed at me and
asked: "Now have you understood what our feelings were to wait for you?"

At first, I was confused, and then angry, but guilty in the end. Now that exams
were over, I made up my mind to spend more time with them - my partners-in-
crime, after seeing them bursting into laughter: "We are glad that you have not
blown a gasket."