Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Tender fresh
After sending my sister off at the airport, I had a meal at the nearest hawker centre. As I walked around fascinated by all the bright lights and shouting I should point out a little observation about western food served here. You see, it is not really western food at all. I walked past a stall called 'Golden Rooster'- What a peculiar name I thought. Anyway, I was immediately greeted with "Hello! Xiao Di! Chicken chop!" This made me laugh. I had not realised this till now, but there really is no such thing as a chicken chop. Call me uncultured but look around the world, ask your ang moh neighbour if he'd seen a chicken chop before coming to Singapore, let alone eaten one. I am surely no English aristocrat but yes I have eaten at cafes and restaurants in 'western' countries and I have never come across a chicken chop nor had anyone I met. Pork chops, lamb chops yes. But chicken chop?! The funny thing is, every single western stall sells them! Let's look at another example. "Uncle! I want eggs and sausage." -And within minutes, the eggs would arrive garnished with cucumbers, lettuce and what not. This is really strange but I never noticed that on the traditional English breakfast. I'm not saying it tastes bad with it but I just wonder where these stall owners get their recipes from.
After having a nice meal which consisted of weird shell fish, I suddenly feel very sick. I think my face is turning blue and my lips black. I hope I last.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Whatever that can go wrong, will go wrong
I woke up today thinking it was going to be a good day. It was... Sunday after all. So I left the house at 10am to meet Lap for a nice breakfast and the usual healthy dose of initial d. But guess what happened next...(yes..Things never go right) I boarded the bus home feeling full and happy when I realised I was 10cents short. So the evil, unsympathetic bus driver told me to get off at the next stop. Stuck in the middle of Clementi with 45cents, and late, I ran home. YES. The whole 3km. Without stopping mind you. Wearing the wrong shoes, my feet were all sore and I must have looked quite weird wearing burms and a black tee jogging. It was frustrating not being able to do anything and I made it home all drenched with dying legs. Murphy's Law coming to life. But alas, it was a comforting revelation about myself-that I'm not lazy like mgs girls. hah.
That alone, made my day :)