*Scribbling my table calendar*
It has been 2 months since I moved here for good. Time for personal performance review like what my boss did on me at work. I looked into the mirror and put on a pretentious smile. I have not changed much, didn't I? Except getting 2 more prominent eyebags.
Trying hard to recall any significant achievements in the past 2 months. Perhaps it is the first time I managed to board the right train on the right platform on my own, or the first business that I closed for the company, or even the impressive number of eateries that I have conquered so far (put aside the fact that 90% of the food cannot make it).
Far fetched. Yes I know I'm stretching further and further away from that bowl of tong yuen.
I was feeling rather restless that nite after work, itching for real food, I walked from Clarke Quay to Outram and finally to Chinatown all the way in my 3 inches pumps (with the help of one kind soul in giving direction of course). After strolling around, I stopped in front of this Ah Baling Tong Yuen stall.
I sat down and looked at my big bowl of tong yuen that came with 5 different fillings in peanut soup. All the 5 glutinous rice balls looked the same to me. I sniggered... Isn't life like this? you have no idea what you are going to get next.
True enough, I didn't expect it to be that heart warming.
From peanut, red bean, yam, green tea to sesame fillings. Bit by bit, I wolfed them all down. Life like this, when things turn out to be nasty, people turns out to be ugly, I'll eat it all down.
Bring it on.