mc queen

As foretold last night by my throbbing feet, I am once again bedridden. Have been given another three days of MC. Hopefully I won't be fired when I go back to the office on Monday.

food diary
half a ham and cheese sandwich
half cup of Milo
fishball noodles with beetaimak [literally translated as mucus, I think]
one Beebee
one peanut snack
fried fish
veggie
orange and pear
one Beebee

leg is pain

When I'm in pain, my grammar goes wonky.

After two days at work, my feet are begging to be elevated and not vertical for more than eight hours. By evening time, they are frozen and sensationless.

Tomorrow is likely to be an MC day. Again.

food diary
half a ham sandwich
tea with milk
homemade salad with ham, lettuce, cucumber, carrots, apples and cherries in Kewpie mayo
spinach soup
steamed pork with Szechuan vegetables
longans, orange and grapes

food diary
peanut butter sandwich
Milo
fish soup with half portion thick beehoon
half a mooncake made of fried bacon and walnuts [don't mock it till you've tried it]
steamed fish
horrible veggie soup
veggie in oyster sauce
two longans
half an orange
half a pear
one sugar-free piece of chocolate

food diary
char siew rice
cuttlefish
one Beebee
two peanut snacks
yong tauhu with some rice
six longans
four sugar-free pieces of chocolate

food diary
chee cheong fun
soya bean milk
prata
green bean soup
fish cake
hor fun
green bean soup [again]

food diary
lor mee
konyaku jelly
corn soup
veggie
orange [I think]
can't remember what else

another house call

Expecting another house call today, with dinner as well. Ahhh, I feel so lurved...now, if only the pain in my feet would go away and let me enjoy being an invalid.

My wonderful welfare-oriented boss sent me SMS in the morning too, asking how I am. When I apologised for taking so many days of MC, she was so nice and replied: "Don't worry and take as many days off as you need."

food diary
egg tart
hot chocolate
small plate of vegetarian beehoon
cuttlefish
homemade barley
homemade chicken pie
some fruit

house call

First outside contact today, after five days of being imprisoned at home by baikar. Ginnie and Alfie brought chocolate cake, a book and a bunch of much-needed "sorry jokes". So sweet of them.

food diary
carrot cake
Milo
chicken rice
fried egg with ikan bilis
veggie
tomato and fish soup
chocolate cake

bedridden

Trying to look on the bright side of another two days of MC and ferocious pain in the baikar:

-- No need to go to work
-- Watching Susilo beat the German while lying in bed on a warm drowsy afternoon and feeling more patriotic than I ever did on National Day
-- Being waited on hand and foot because I can't walk without intense pain and lots of grimaces
-- Finishing the reading of one chick lit [courtesy of book reviewer gal friend], one Calvin & Hobbes omnibus [which took my mind off the pain for a bit], one Sweet Dreams story [from a Salvation Army trip some time ago], one period bodice ripper [ditto], half of Hanif Kureishi and half the latest Vogue [British, of course]
-- Re-discovering Ranma on Channel 19 at 6pm
-- Tidying up the accounts for Swirl [which were in a mess, cos we have absolutely no accounting background and are also fond of losing receipts]
-- Watching The Importance Of Being Earnest on DVD
-- Being able to wallow in self-pity and receiving lots of care, concern and prayers [thank you!]

food diary
hotdog
sausage
Milo
one Beebee
fried fish
stir-fried veggie
tofu soup
an orange

horizontal

Bedridden the entire weekend with severe baikar. Ferocious pains clawing through my feet and into the veins, and it got so bad at one point that my whole body was trembling.

Only by keeping my feet horizontal and/or elevated was the pain slightly alleviated. So basically, all I did was load up on painkillers and roll around in bed moaning. There wasn' t even anything on TV except Olympics to keep me occupied.

On MC today, cos the pain still hasn't subsided, and worse, the wounds started bleeding.

food diary
carrot cake
tea with milk
chicken chop with rice
string bean omelette
bak kut teh
orange and apple

food diary
chicken porridge
homemade barley drink
yong taufu with beehoon
homemade carrot cake
orange and pear

food diary
half packet fried vermicelli
two sotong balls
black pepper chicken
One Beebee
half a pear

food diary
can't recall what was for breakfast and lunch
instant mushroom soup
collagen ramen
square fish fingers

be still, my beating heart

What with me being on leave and clearing off days and being busy the rest of the time for the past couple of months, I haven't even realised I haven't seen him for a while.

Then I caught a glimpse of his stick-thin figure in his crisp pink shirt, and those nerdy-chic glasses and spiky hair. And promptly fell in crush all over again.

food diary
half a ham sandwich
tea with milk
Caesar salad with smoked salmon
can't recall what I did for dinner

material girl

Gone are the off days when I could sleep till 11am, not get outta bed until after I'd watched Jamie Oliver cook, have a leisurely brunch and then read magazines in bed till dinner time.

Have been off the past two days, but busy as an overworked elf with selling bags, liaising with website designers and seamstresses, sorting through a mess of receipts, and basically planning for the launch of our new label, which, fingers crossed, will have its first piece ready by September.

Just went to Arab Street to source for fabrics this morning. Now, it's off to send some bags off in the mail and then to Chinatown to source for more materials, specifically pique cotton [it's pronounced as pic-kay by all the cloth uncles, and we kept mocking them for saying it in such an LC way...until we realised they were right all along].

food diary
chicken bun
tea with milk
Chu Qian Yi Ding with bonito flakes
chocolate malt balls
black pepper salmon
tofu soup
some veggie
some rice
half a small papaya
One Beebee
Cuttlefish [unable to resist opening the second giant packet I bought from Bangkok]

food diary
five chwee kueh
tea with sugar
Hakka yong taufu
loads of ikan bilis
loads of chocolate malt balls
chicken soup [my ultimate fave soup]
steamed fish [my ultimate most hated dish]
veggie
rice
half an orange
half a pear
One Beebee
Some chocolates from Paris

food diary
fishball noodles dry [one-third portion of noodles]
two soda crackers and two chocolate biscuits
Muslim food of kangkong, tauhu and sunny-side-up egg
stewed chicken with mushrooms
little bit of rice
overpriced chng tng

orifices

"Welcome to my box!"

Was having dinner last week with three other gal friends at one of those hip restaurants [I know, using the word "hip" is so unhip].

Talk got decidedly SATC when we started discussing:
(a) how to stick a tube up your ass with the help of KY Jelly
(b) whether poo should float or sink [floaters are good and healthy; dropping like rocks is bad, especially the backsplash]
(c) the most marvellous invention in the world -- tampons
(d) what happens when you forget you have one inside and try to insert another [you realise you can't]
(e) what happens when you forget you have one inside and leave it there for a week [it turns green]
(f) what to do when a condom gets lost inside

Conversation then turned to the subject of the oldest among us turning 40 next year. She was looking forward to it, but when I, the youngest of the lot, blithely mentioned that I'll be hitting the big 30 milestone next year, I swear I got dirty looks from the rest. Then she delivered that Samantha line, with panache.

food diary
huge packet of chee cheong fun
tea with sugar
three chocolate fingers
mochi
keropok
chicken chop [without baked beans and cole slaw, and only at most four soggy fries]
One Beebee

my sharona

"My my ey ey ey ey ooooo!
Ma ma ma ma ma my Sharona!

The tune has been stuck in my head since last night's late-night karaoke session that went on till past 3am. Am feeling hoarse, even though I didn't even go near the mike. All that laughing...

food diary
prawn noodle soup [half portion noodles]
cabbage soup
roast duck [breast meat, of course]
a bit of rice
half a pear
ban mian [half portion of noodles]
BeeBee
Small handful of cuttlefish

curse of the white orchid

I've put off listing the litany of complaints against the atrocious White Orchid Hotel in Bangkok, even though I feel it's my personal responsibility to warn off anyone who may ever choose to stay there in the future. Everytime I tell people about it, I relive the nightmare.

-- There were foreign [ie. blonde and curly] hairs on my pillowcase.
-- There was no windows in the room.
-- Hence, the air was bad. What made it worse was the air-con which was blasting at top volume, circulating the same bad air in the room.
-- The fridge also contributed to the whirring sound of machine in the room, and was so old and dirty, my orange juice felt contaminated after spending a night in there. There were no little bottles of alcohol inside [not that we would have taken any of it].
-- There was only snow on TV, but we could hear our China neighbours enjoying Thai shows at top volume, especially since they preferred the communal style of living and left their doors open.
-- There was a worm in my veggie at breakfast.
-- The toilet gave off a sewage smell whenever anyone next door did some big business.
-- The hot water flask was coated with a strange brown residue which did not inspire confidence.
-- The brown bedspread, which had clearly seen better days as had everything else in the room, was covered in what looked like bak hu [pork floss]. When I woke up, I found my clothes had remnants of bak hu on it too.
-- The brochure claimed that the hotel was "recently renovated". It was printed 20 years ago.

food diary
tomato and fish soup
cabbage, mushroom and vermicelli stirfry
10 spoons of rice
half an orange
half a pear
three chocolate fingers and half a soda cracker
large hot chocolate from Spinelli's
some oyster omelette and Hokkien mee
ramen in collagen-rich soup and tori karaage
two cups hot honey
some mixed nuts

plucking the chicken

Had to go hold the hand of a friend who was getting his eyebrows plucked for the first time. Actually, I made him do it [in the name of journalism] and he agreed, only to try to chicken out later when he found out there was going to be pain involved. Like, DUH!

Anyway, he didn't shed any tears, but since he seemed traumatised by the brief 15 minutes and removal of a few precious strands of eyebrow hair, I bought him lunch and an eclair [which I then made him share with me].

Besides the fact that men are babies when it comes to pain, I also learnt today that eclairs are not a type of food that is meant to be shared. They are too messy and too yummy.

food diary
potato and ham bun [I know, I know, it has lots of butter but I had nothing else to eat for breakfast]
one sip of Milo
mushroom linguine in cream sauce [managed to give away about one-third of it]
passion fruit Italian soda
half an eclair
half a bottle of Snapple
instant chicken noodle soup [only 60 calories!]
two Jacob's biscuits
lots of ikan bilis
three BeeBee [I caved! I didn't have dinner and I was hungry while watching The O.C.]

moolah

For those who never believe me when I tell them I have no money and I earn very little, this is the best evidence: My latest income tax assessment just came in, and I don't have to pay a single cent. I made such a pitiful amount last year that even the Gahmen doesn't have the heart to make me pay.

food diary
two cups tea with sugar
tau sar bao
half packet Korean instant noodles [nothing but carbo, a few miserable pieces of green pickes and spicy soup]
seafood soup
One Beebee

i like indolence

So happy to read that someone in France shares my work ethic. My least favourite word at work is "initiative".

Hello indolence, goodbye job?

Amelia Gentleman in Paris
Wednesday July 28, 2004
The Guardian

Those who dedicate their professional lives to idleness should do so with discretion if they hope to keep their jobs.

This is one useful message in Hello Laziness - The Art and the Importance of Doing the Least Possible at the Workplace, an anarchic anti-business bible published in France.

It is advice the author, Corinne Maier, a senior economist at Electricité de France, failed to follow. She faces a disciplinary hearing next month, accused of attempting to "rot the system from within".

The book, Bonjour Paresse (a nod to Françoise Sagan's 50s novel, Bonjour Tristesse or Hello Sadness), pledges to explain why it is in your interest to do the least work possible and will tell you how to damage the system from within "without appearing to do so".

An antidote to the recent rash of US-import, career-enhancing self-help books by business management gurus, it rails against corporate culture and preaches a philosophy of active disengagement.

It is an elegantly written call to arms to the "neo-slaves" of middle management and the "damned of the service industry", condemned to dress up as clowns all week and waste their lives in pointless meetings.

Maier cites the recent wave of financial scandals in French business, and argues that since careers are at risk and pensions under threat, employees should shake off their shackles of loyalty and start "footling around" during office hours.

Her publisher, Editions Michalon, said that the book did not target EDF, and its hyper-sensitive response only served to confirm the totalitarianism reigning in big business.
Maier, who works part-time, has been with EDF for 12 years. She said she wrote the book on her days off.

France's unions yesterday rallied to her cause, saying EDF was threatening free speech.
"They cited the pettiest offences in the letter summoning me to face a disciplinary review," Maier said. "The real reason is that they don't like my book."

EDF refused to comment on "an ongoing disciplinary procedure", but indicated it was angry at the book mentioning that Maier was an employee.

food diary
yong tau foo [with half portion beehoon and a lot of tau foo]
yoghurt fruit clusters
half bottle of Snapple
watermelon, guava and honey dew
large handfuls of ikan bilis
one-quarter tub of chocolate ice cream
the last of my giant packet of cuttlefish

bag it now

Because I'm such a poorly paid journalist who lurves to shop, I have to resort to doing this on the side.

But dun tell my boss...ssssshhh...

food diary
Milo
fried rice [very big plate, cos it was fried with mother's lurve]
tea with sugar
dried fruit covered with dried yoghurt
lobster linguine
souffle [which can't compare to the feather-light one at Mes Amis in Bangkok, a must-try that is to-die-for]
one forkful of chocolate cake
one forkful of sago pudding
smelly cuttlefish [gosh, it sure is one big bag I bought from Bangkok, unfinishable!]

food diarist

Now I know why my food diary hasn't been working, even though I fanatically record every morsel. It's cos I didn't have a personal nutritionist...until now!

It's so marvellous to have someone scold me for eating chicken wings -- I didn't spit the skin out! -- and telling me what to avoid -- Milo is evil and so are bakery buns. Byron is da best! And he also has da best body!

Feel extra motivated now to lose that stubborn 3kg that refuses to budge, but first still need to clear up some doubts:

-- Are noodles more evil than rice? Are potatoes the most evillest or bread? And what about my mostest favouritest carbo, pasta?
-- Is it true that I shouldn't eat carbo after 8pm?
-- Is fresh fruit juice better or packet ones like Peel Fresh [which claim to have no sugar]?
-- What can I take in place of my daily Milo? Is tea with half teaspoon of sugar ok?
-- How bad is Beebee, anyway? It's such a small packet wat! [But but but hor, I managed to abstain from Beebee for my entire Bangkok trip. That's quite a record.]

Considering taking up hatha yoga next month. Healthy lifestyle, here I come!

[I actually have all the crap I ate in Bangkok written in a little notebook I carry around but don't have the energy to type it all in. Also worried my personal nutritionist will admonish me for the vast quantities I consumed in Oishi as well as the bird's nest and shark's fin, which I'm sure contain zero health benefits.]

food diary
wanton noodles [half portion noodles]
tofu, veg and soya sauce chicken with half portion rice
three pieces of yoghurt-covered fruit
half packet of gummy bears [the packaging claims NO FAT! NO ARTIFICIAL COLORANTS! But then I'm sure it's not NO SUGAR!]
one lozenge [feel a sore throat starting from too much cuttlefish or maybe Mousey's germs are finally catching up on me]
chicken pasta [huge plate but I managed to resist at least one-quarter of it]
rock melon
half an orange

this is how i pose

The horrible site which has been hosting my site has gone down and taken all the pix on this blog with it. Demmit, this is the price you pay for being cheapo.

So here's testing out yet another free site with my ugly mug shots.




food diary
one slice chicken pie
two sotong balls
soya bean milk
yong tau foo [devoured all the noodles cos was starving]
half packet wasabi chips
a lot of cuttlefish [so smelly until I had to stop before the pong filled the whole house]

food diary
one sip of Milo
strange mayo and fishball bun
fish soup [with 10 spoonfuls of rice]
barley drink
salad with balsamic vinaigrette at Original Sin [very exciting and yummy]
porcini pasta [shared between four carbo-hating gals]
few forkfuls of chocolate mud pie

food diary
Milo
peanut butter sandwich
chicken rice [half portion rice, breast meat]
barley drink
poached salmon [with two bunches of broccoli and no potatoes]
three fried chicken wings from Ikea
tea with sugar
lychee ice cream
more smelly cuttlefish

food diary
Milo
fish soup [half portion noodles]
barley drink
stingray with belachan
some veggie
murky lotus root soup
half a pear
smelly cuttlefish

food diary
Milo
giant chocolate chip cookie from New York
two popiah
wanton horfun [half portion noodles]
ikan bilis
smelly cuttlefish

eight nights in bangkok

More updates to come -- if I can find the time -- on very eventful trip to Bangkok, including the worst hotel in the universe, the light as feather souffle, counting from one to 10 in Thai, and finding all six seasons of Sex And The City one hour before departing for the airport.

Oh, and lots of painkillers for baikar.

food diary
pizza
Milo
Italian style Korean instant noodles [that's what the schizo packet said]
rice
Thai-style chicken
veggie in oyster sauce
fishball soup
smelly dried cuttlefish
watermelon

kit kat

Dot Dot Dot will be taking a break for a week or so, while I'm in Bangkok. Yes, again. It is, after all, my favourite shopping destination.

food diary
lor mai kai [errrr, I think it's glutinous rice with chicken, in plain English]
tea with milk
half portion chicken rice
fish soup [soup only, no fish]
beef horfun
barley drink
handful of ikan bilis

repeat to fade

This has been the soundtrack in my mind the past few days. And
these are the images that go with it.

food diary
jam and bread
Milo
dumpling soup [with, like, three mouthfuls of vile noodles]
three pieces tofu
some chilli sotong
bean sprouts
fish and tomato soup
steamed fish [not too sure if my Mum actually cooked steamed fish, but she does do so with alarming frequency]
two pieces of chocolate
Beebee

and when it goes

Love is a rush of wild wind,
the scent of a summer rose,
a whistle blowing on a distant track,
and when it goes,
it goes.

food diary
half-boiled egg
Milo
fish horfun
watermelon juice
fish yee min
prawn paste chicken
veggie with garlic
Ribena
Beebee
Three pieces of chocolate

unrepentant

Which is your deadliest sin?

I’m talking about the seven deadly sins depicted in the movie Seven, you know. Oh, and also mentioned somewhere in that holy book known as the Bible.

My choices would have to be vanity, followed by gluttony and envy in a close fight.

But the deadliest sin of all for me is not among those seven. It’s procrastination.

"Why do today what you can put off to tomorrow?" -- That’s my motto.

food diary
tea with milk
peanut butter on bread
liver mee suah [half portion mee suah]
grape and aloe vera juice
steamed fish
veggie in oyster sauce
dried beancurd skin soup [sounds horrid, but is delish!]
small portion rice
few pieces of watermelon
two deformed pieces of chocolate [originally heart shaped]

midnight at borders

While browsing at Borders yesterday evening, my eyes landed on a very familiar book cover -- Hanif Kureishi's Midnight All Day.

And I could still remember all too clearly the beginning of a line from the book which I read in London. Yet, as I stood at the "3 for 2" bargain table, jostled left and right by those not interested in the piles of Milan Kundera and Banana Yoshimoto, and leafed through the book looking for the rest of my favourite line, I just could not find the right page.

The feeling that overwhelmed me then was that of seeking, seeking, seeking something that I know is there, within my reach -- but not being able to find it.

Finally succumbed and trawled my blog for the post which I wrote almost exactly a year ago. Am I doomed to always return to the past to search for what I want?

"We are unerring in our choice of lovers, particularly when we require the wrong person. There is an instinct, magnet or aerial which seeks the unsuitable. The wrong person is, of course, right for something -- to punish, bully, or humiliate us, let us down, leave us for dead, or, worst of all, give us the impression that they are not inappropriate, but almost right, thus hanging us in love's limbo. Not just anyone can do this."

food diary
tuna bun
Milo
duck noodles [lotsa veg, very little noodles, extremely fatty breast meat]
tea with sugar [it's pouring outside and I need something to warm me up. Brrr.]
carnivorous quantities of beef and chicken kebabs with a couple of pieces of naan

someone else

My stomach muscles are still aching from laughing too much on Saturday night at Ginnie's farewell [sniff sniff] party.

The theme was to dress up as someone else -- we drew lots and most guys ended up as girls and vice versa -- but it ended up more like a party for trannies and crossdressers. There was the Seattle Girl gone mad with purple hair and hula antics, the amble-bosom TPL with super solid neh neh that was prodded endlessly the whole night, and tudung-and-boxer wearing Gaya who was decidedly non-Halal. May have to get permission from the guilty parties before I circulate their pix here, though.

The night ended in a juvenile [but hilarious, nonetheless] game of Sardines in the numerous rooms in that big house. Ginnie had to hide and the rest of us had to look for her and join her in her hiding place.

So there we were, more and more of us squashed and prone on top of a double decker bed. There was the danger of being discovered, of the bed collapsing onto the puffer fish in the tank below, and of asphyxiation and giggling to death.

Ginnie, donch go!

food diary
lor mee
two glasses home-made barley
smoked salmon salad
unwanted green mussels from pizza topping
half an Aphrodisiac [chocolate mousse cake which is THE official cake of the Romancing Singapore movement!]
one Beebee

bkk

After a few days on waiting list, we finally managed to get tickets to Bangkok next week.

My favourite Asian city was surprisingly over-booked, even though it wasn’t the school holidays or long weekend or festival. Turns out that people were converging for an AIDS convention. It figures.

food diary
fried beehoon
three otah
three sotong balls
one slice banana cake
assotement of party food such as chicken wings, fishballs and satay
indeterminate units of alcohol

yum mee

As seen on the sticker on my plasticky bowl of instant noodles:
Fashion Tom Yum Mee
This bowl to be able to use inside microwave suffer 120 deg C, but open the lid before to use everytime.

food diary
hot chocolate
sausage
hotdog [do you know the difference between hotdog and sausage?]
teacake
soon kueh
half some kind of chive kueh
Fashion Tom Yum Mee

four eyes

It was a slow day at work on Tuesday, so a like-minded colleague and I snuck out for a spot of shopping at Salvation Army during lunch. Ended up bagging lots of books from our childhood -- Enid Blyton, Sweet Dreams, trashy romance novels. So happiness, so nostalgia, and so cheap too.

For those who grew up on Blue Dragons, Red Dragons and Green Dragons, here is what esteemed children's book correspondent Tan Keng Yao has written. [For those who are still clueless, I pity your deprived childhood.]

You know it's an Enid Blyton storybook when:
-- Twins are always one boy and one girl
-- All children mentioned in the book are inevitably goody two shoes
-- That is, unless they are meant to be bad children who will inevitable be reformed at the end of the story with the aid of other goody two shoes
-- One day spent in Fairyland will equal one hour in the human world
-- Fairy dresses can be woven out of sunshine and mist
-- Rabbits and squirrels can talk
-- Toys come alive only at midnight
-- Unless they need to alert their owner about a fire in the nursery, which is when they can come alive anytime
-- Boarding schools for boys don't exist
-- Boarding schools for girls are run by old spinsters
-- You get sent to coventry for bad behaviour
-- A railway system runs in a rabbit tunnel
-- The word "cross" is used to describe someone who is fuming mad
-- Tea parties always consist of treacle pudding and warm lemonade
-- When the children catch colds, they are not allowed to attend parties
-- Adults always discourage children from reporting each other's misdeeds to them. They call it "telling tales"

food diary
Milo
weird bun with mystery meat
dumpling soup
mutton soup with French loaf
steamed fish [so vile, yet my Mum insists of making it so often]
cauliflower and carrots
half bowl of rice
half an orange
one pear

food diary
Milo
hard-to-swallow peanut butter on dry bread
strawberry cheesecake
handful of grapes
tomato soup
black pepper chicken
veggie in oyster sauce
half an orange
one pear
one Beebee

food diary
Milo
half tuna sandwich
seafood soup [no evil carbos]
whole bunch of artificially-flavoured grape sweets
radish and vermicelli
spinach soup with fishballs
baked salmon with Kewpie mayo
four otah
handful of grapes [real ones this time]
handful of lychee [or were they longans? I can never get it right]
half a papaya

bora bora

One side effect of watching too much Discovery Travel & Adventure channel is wanderlust stirring in my blood. Fell asleep thinking, "I must enter contest to win holiday in Bora Bora." And sure enough, I dreamt I was basking in the sun on a deck chair in a gorgeous bikini [which looked suspiciously like the one I so covet from the Women's Secret catalogue].

Woke up with, alas, no sun tan, and a burning question: "Who should I bring with me when I win the contest?"

The more I pondered over the [moot] question, the more depressed I got. I can't think of anyone to go with who would have listed me as his/her first choice.

food diary
one small slice French loaf
tau sar bun
Milo
one-quarter minced meat noodles
aloe vera and apple juice
chicken chop [without skin]
Coke
shocking amount of popcorn

food diary
prawn dumpling
chee cheong fun with char siew
half bowl century egg porridge
three choquettes from Delifrance
tuna and mushroom pastry thingy
loads of Pringles
two Beebee [after abstaining for so many days, I finally caved]

food diary
vast assortment of barbecued food, including fish balls, sotong balls, chicken wings, otah, curry chicken [but on the bright side, very little carbo]

food diary
Swiss roll with cheese
Milo
half bowl mee rebus
bite-sized Indian food
one-third Caesar salad
one-third spaghetti vongole
one-third lasagne

food diary
two soon kueh
Milo
rickshaw noodles
vegetables in oyster sauce
four steamed dumplings
barley drink
chocolate biscuit
fried rice
spinach soup