This will start whenever I’m in need of a blog dose but is extremely short of time. Call it zap-fried skinny giraffe. Here goes. -Gasp-
Work’s tiring and you still feel like a slave but it’s good enough that the weather isn’t as bad as before.
I just deep fried chicken thighs today but ended up burning a bit of my knuckles. The chickens looked good though, kinda dark but still better than pizza.
I’m thinking of Char Kway Teow now, don’t ask me why, it’s just a food people think about when they have pizza stuffed up to their throats. I’m becoming cheesy. Gettit? Whatever.
I contemplated purchasing “Wildwood Days”, a song by Bobby Rydell for 12 cents, just because every day when my park closes they play this song like those shopping malls that play Memory from Cats or Closing Time by Semisonic to ask you politely to buzz off and go home. (I remember Isetan used to do that, when I was really little)
Going a little mad. I miss Singapore. I miss Char Kway Teow.
chew my cud
