the entry about an afternoon nosh and thereafter

i admonish myself for mismanaging my meal schedules so badly these days, i'm having a bad time with bowel movements. i endeavored remedying the farce situation with consuming loads of fibre from fruits such as banana and papaya and downing tons of water; it didn't work. i even tried fybogel, and imagined myself sitting atop the throne later excreting the unspeakable, but it was pretty much a fiasco. i'm thinking laxatives next.

folks, never underestimate the power of inflation. a two-dollar bill fifteen years ago would have bought me a bowl of egg noodles and vending coke at the local school's tuckshop, and with change to spare. fast forward to now, and it's hardly enough to cover for even the entree, let alone a scrumptious budgeted full-course meal. miser-warts, beware. gone are the days of economical food.

so, a friend brought me for an afternoon delight of noodles-slurping affair. well, technically, i drove, i led the way, and i demanded he gave me a treat, but what gives? anyways, as i was chopsticking my plate of springy eggy noodles, enjoying the treasure find of wanton dumplings that was few and far between, i heard a massive cacophony of blaring percussions of the orient, represented by the likes of cymbals and large drums.

indulge in savoury eggy nosh from the likes of kok kee

the vendor's new kicks: waterproof and abundant

apparently, the hawker has just been retrofitted and refurbished, and a procession was in place to celebrate the brand-new facade of the center. amidst the sea of dizzying new beige tables were these lion mock-ups sluggishly batting their eyelids to the almost-tuneless music played by "the orange band". they are so called "the orange band", because i could think no other name suited it better. it was such a hot mess: the sweltering weather was beating down mercilessly and the ruckus wasn't letting up at all. the masquerade of lions nearly ruined an otherwise sumptuous feed.

the din was apparently too much for crony kevin

we moved on to something even more delectable: test-drive! get a load of my potentially new ride, a mercedes c-180.

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