Lucky to have been
where I have been
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I still find it hard to believe that yesterday, I had cereal for breakfast and today, I'm having pig intestines instead.

Yup, folks. Kway chap for breakfast. Believe it. My plan for these 3 weeks is to live off hawker centres completely.

After the breakfast (which was by far the nicest breakfast I'd had in 2009), me and mom just went wandering around the shops. What I love about Singapore are the crowds. There's so much to smell, to taste, to see, to hear. We passed some clothes shops.

I think there's one trait that's really characteristic of Singapore. Occasionally, you see the nice, branded, well-thought-through clothes, with pretty designs and good color coordination. And then, of course, you see the absolutely crap clothes that have none of these qualities, and for some reason I don't see those in New Zealand. Fugly, stark and contrasting colors, images that look like they came out of a Disney coloring book. And colored with all the wrong colors. They're absolutely hideous.

But now they make me smile.

We walked along the shops. You can find absolutely anything here, I swear. Rows and rows of cheap household items and then suddenly a luxurious pawnshop pops out of nowhere. This and that and everything else. Vendors selling wares right on the street, traps for rats and cockroaches and, apparently, men, can openers, tissues.

What I love about Singapore is the vibrant and exuberant crowd...But I think I'm the only one in my family that does. My mother and father don't like crowds in general. Ah, no surprise. I'm a city girl, anyway. I love the hustle and bustle.

When the clouds showed potential of rain, we headed back into the house. I think we arrived during the wet season. W00t. I love rain.

Later went to Teban Gardens for dinner with my maternal grandparents.

My grandfather didn't recognize me like LOLWTF? Haha I don't know if I'm amused or a little offended. Does the hair really change it so much?

Later, when eating, by force of bad habit I put my leg up on the chair like I'd seen my father do so many times. Granma and mom immediately started laughing and conversing in incomprehensible dialect. Even without knowing anything from the language, after hearing my father's name and 'Teochew' in the conversation I could more or less get the gist. I put down my leg hurriedly, grinning like an idiot.

Apparently all Teochew people sit like that. Huh. Really? I sit like that because I like to, but maybe...

'Is it in the blood?'

'I don't think so...'

'Are you sure?' I grinned.


Lucky to be coming home
again