Those funny little plans that never work quite right

My body is conspiring against me. My mind refuses to go to sleep and my stomach refuses to cut me any slack. I just turned to a KitKat bar for comfort. It was gone in 5 seconds.

I'll buy us a bottle and we'll drink in the petrol fumes

Tonight's supper was apple pastry and apple Yakult. Nice!

Dinner at Food Street at Smith Street (Chinatown) was awfully disappointing. The Satay might have been the worst i've ever had. The meat was tough and the rice cubes didn't stick together. I was looking forward to getting some Whitley Prawn Mee but it's closed down, so i settled for Fei Fei Wanton Mee, which was painfully mediocre. I remember this Popiah i had years ago that was sooo horrible i must have told EVERY ONE whom i'd passed by Food Street with. Do not be fooled by the prospects of Food Street being a one-stop haven for mandatory local delights. It's really nothing but a tourist trap.

Of late i have been in a prata frenzy. The most noteworthy one being the French Ice Cream Prata at Prata Cafe. This is a one-up from just Banana Prata. It's Banana Prata topped with a thick layer of Nutella and a scoop of ice cream! Ultimate shiokness.

Nothing seems more meaningful than eating my fill. It's the best way to kill time, and it satisfies my insatiable appetite. When i can't stuff myself anymore, i feel rather lost, not knowing what to do next.

PS: Sometime back, Pong said "Sometimes, i think i was actually meant to be a mat but i just missed the bus".