Singapore Food

Here’s just an abstract of an article about Singapore’s street food (aka Hawker food), but it gives a good description of Singaporean food.
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2007/09/03/070903fa_fact_trillin

“Culinarily, they are among the most homesick people the writer has ever met.”

A typical Hawker center. Yong tau foo… yum…

Kidney and liver with mee sua… *drool*

Nostalgia

I was over at a friend’s place tonight and something inspired me to come back and look though my JC (high school) photos.

Those were the days. We had so much fun together as a class. It was one time in my life when I didn’t mind getting up early in the morning to get to school as I looked forward to every day. The photos brought back memories of the crazy things we used to do… camping out in the reading room, mass dances, having our own table in the canteen, going to Parkway for dinner, climbing the school gate to get in/out after hours and all the class outings we had. There were Jierong’s midnight lizard hunts, Jancy’s dinner order announcements, cycling trips to the beach right before the exams, crazy birthday parties, big class dinners and that reading room siege that night before our very last ‘A’ Level exam. Mind you, all these happened in school. Those were really the days. I really miss the camaraderie that was present in my class then, where despite people having differences, we could all still get together and still have a good load of fun. Yes, there were cliques, but these were cliques of inclusion and not exclusion. Anyone could join in.

Everyone had fun, and we didn’t mind hanging out or spending all our time together. This was the time before marriage started chipping away at people’s availability and before work started to sap the energy out of people (myself included) such that hanging out past 11pm isn’t that fun anymore.

Life seemed so much simpler then. Yes, there were worries, and yes, there were the complicated relationship politics which naturally come with a group of teenage high schoolers, but those problems seem to be so inconsequential to the actual life issues we are facing now… marriage, buying a house, career.

I really wonder where everyone is right now, being halfway around the world makes keeping in touch rather difficult. However, I do get the occassional tidbits of information… someone just got married, someone had a brain surgery… I wonder if everyone is now right where they had imagined themselves being when we were all sitting together in that classroom. I wonder if our paths will every cross again.

98S42, VJC