on the subpar, not.

We tried noodle house ken on friday. There’s so many ramen places we’re just missing them from the map. Service was alot better than expected. Reveiews have cast their waiting service in a very bad light I was anticipating grumpy waitresses who see not, hear not but apparently it was not true. The lady even gave me a call when they got us a table cuz my weak limbs couldn’t bear to stand in the middle of nowhere. And facing the brown venetian blinds on the bartop counter while feasting on ur char shu ramen you can pretend you’re not in singapore, really. Because the wall’s all you see.

My last trip to town dated several months back so imagine my surprise to see new malls sprouting out. Am particularly fascinated to the creative wall decor flanking the escalator up orchard central. & huge plasma screens! It’s an essential in all districts. Now,a mind-boggling intersection of lines across roads would complete my night time fantasy.

We spend the rest of the night people-watching. Which simply bring to light how much i love early mornings and night time. Afternoons are terrible. We should all go to bed at 1pm and wake up in time for dinner, the start of the day.

Last night bad bad encounter with sister cut short my trip back home so now i am in my loving privacy of ridge view watching A Frozen Flower and intermittently playing the role of a diligent student reading pickard’s manual to operative dentistry. Not that it’s heavy reading. Thank goodness I’m no longer year one. I am so so so unaccustomed to high stress setting and the responsibility weighing on my shoulder. Maybe I’m better off in obscurity minding my own business and being on the subpar.

Of late a part of me cannot wait to have children. I think my clock is setting off a little too early but i can’t stop thinking how wonderful it would be to have children. Especially when they cannot constuct illegible sentences. To set up a faamily is such a wonderful thing. Even if life has no meaning.

It doesn’t.