so i still get out

Last Saturday i ended up going for yet another fun-o-rama. If not for the fact that for various reasons many (and boy do i mean many) $10-a-piece coupons tend to end up heading my way in the weeks leading up to the event, i probably wouldn't go for one anymore. And why should i, when at each successive one i go for i feel older and older, and more and more out of place, as teenage exuberance seems to saturate the air (as if i don't get enough of that at work), and i bump into less and less people from my time there.

And this year's one was no exception. On the plus side though, having been for so many of these by now, i've become pretty seasoned in terms of knowing what to do, and when i should do it. Like how i've learnt to hang around till near closing time in order to pick up stuff after their final mark-down. It may still be grossly overpriced, but at least you get some sense of satisfaction at having paid less than the early birds, who in this rare case, far from manage to catch the worm.

I've also learnt that if you're actually intending on purchasing the (again grossly overpriced) food, your best bet is to avoid potential D-class hygiene rated food prepared by the students (and i was in their shoes before, so i know how gross it can be), and instead head on over to the friendly folk at the Parents' Support Group stalls, as you have a greater sense of assurance that the food is safe to eat. (And having just come back from two days of, shall we say, intimate bonding with the toilet seat during the previous week's trip to India - more on that some other time perhaps - i was extra cautious).

And while we're on the topic of grossly overpriced food, i've just come back from my maiden trip to Chatterbox with the family, where of course i ended up finally trying the much ballyhooed $22++ Chicken Rice. As delightfully un-oily yet still very delicious as the soup was, and as intensely sesame-ish as the basting sauce for the chicken was, and of course as generous as the portion was, i can't imagine ever voluntarily paying that much for something like chicken rice. Not in Singapore at least. I do vaguely remember being tempted by i think it was US$11 chicken rice when i was at Penang in Chapel Hill, but even then i knew it wasn't worth it..

Glad to see a post that does not include my lamentations/complaints about work, for a change - they still exist, of course, but well, vive la différence.