there is not so much eating between meals (she says, suddenly remembering yesterday’s jalebi eaten on the walk between mrt station and home), but i am never hungry in this country. i will go as far as to say “always full”, and i suspect it has something to do with the high protein content of the meals. it is not necessarily the way i wish to be, because really, i would like more snacks, but what can you do?
[ shrugs ]
we are getting brown, all of us, except monsieur olive, who diligently reapplies his 40+ spf at regular intervals. yesterday, around lunchtime, my mother accosted an indian woman in the street, and asked her the way to komala vilas. the lady asked where we were from, and laughed when we replied, “singapore”. she gave us directions to mustafa‘s too, and sent us on our way to a dosai feast.
two dosai in two days, and still not quite the record set in crazy bangkok, where five papaya salads were consumed in as many days. one of these we bought from a stall outside a temple by a canal; it cost 20baht — quite a bit less than a dollar.
three days later we chose to forgo the $18 papaya salad at indochine/forbidden city/cocoon/whatever the hell the name is along the singapore river. i expect it would have been as lacklustre and overwhelmingly disappointing as the duck and green (hah!) mango salad we had instead. tchk. indochine.
the days are passing quickly in a slow blur of blocked sinuses and ears, and heat-induced sleepiness. the other afternoon, we made plans to leave the house after a twenty-minute nap, but suddenly it was three hours later. we have been to the zoo, and the kid has ridden an elephant, and i have bought two pairs of fake crocs, so definitely, things are getting done, and objectives are being met… but there are still sweetcorn ice cream sandwiches on rainbow bread to be had, and the chocolate buffet at the fullerton, and perhaps a pair of running shoes.
[ shudder ]
in conclusion, i would like more snacks, and more naps; and indochine should change its name to “flavourless trendy tryhards”.
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you could try the roti prata alongside the thomson road post office and their milo dinosaur. sinful but good.