OK so its like, Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle, and while I am neither Harold nor Kumar, and neither is there a White Castle in Singapore, and so the similarty between that movie and my day today is that we both 'Go To' a place.

In my case, its Lennard and His Bag* Go To Pek Kio Kopitiam.
(*for lack of another character)

See? we are both on a quest for food. let me elaborate-

'Harold : I want that.
Kumar : What? A Hot Dog Heaven chili cheese dog?
Harold : No. The feeling a man gets when he gets exactly what he desires.
Kumar : You mean...
Harold : We have to go to White Castle'

the difference being, of course, was that i had to go to Pek Kio Kopitiam, where the food is cheap and the Sweet and Sour Pork is oh so sweet, and sour, and porky... I mean, if you want to nit pick, there are many other differences between the movie and my day as i did not hang-glide or smoke pot or touch a man's wife's tits, and their journey was a convulted adventure whereas mine was a 10 min bus ride on 890, but but but, if you distill it, at its very essence, those elements served to heighten the 'excitement' of the day, and (lo and behold) i TOO had 'excitement heightening' experiences too in my journey to pek kio.

for example- i almost tripped on a step. after buying my meal. not exciting enough? well, after buying my da-bao meal, i went to the near-by al-ameen to get a drink, and heh heh heh if those muslims found out i had in my plastic bag a packed meal of pork, oh my. it would be a call for jihad bigger than 9-11.

'Live on The Edge (c)', thats my motto.

back to camp tomorrow night after this lovely 2 week hiatus. g'bye.