Listen to your heart, and be true to yourself. Tough?
Surprise half-day for Essy today so lunch became a faraway affair at Chinatown. Finally had the chance to bring her to my fav la mian place tucked behind a row of stalls, where she can get a taste of my legendary-object-of-fierce-debate red bean pancake. Please ask Bassy to bring you to his stall so you can say how much better my red bean pancake is to his face! =P
Real food meaning authentic and delicious la mian. This is how minced meat la mian should taste like okay.
Da red bean pancake. It's unattractive appearance does no justice to its yumminess!
Window shopped for a while before heading down to Party World for e reccee of e FOC. Kherray was my escort of that trip, and thanks to her, we managed to coerce e guy to give us a special rate for the room. yay! With some time on our hands, we decided to be tourists of chinatown for a day and walked around e many alleys and streets hidden the vicinity.
Looking at this photo, don't you feel transported back into the 80s? We came across this lane, somewhere near Ann Siang Hill, where there were alot of elderly selling junk on the floor. It's sorta like a really really old-fashioned flea market. Super old school.
Then it was my last min recall to work, and amazement at how irresponsible people can be. I need to be more aware of talk around me too, before I die without knowing any reason why.
Labels: food, rants
