Uncle Su’s Got Some.

On my way cycling to East Coast, I met two friends, Pakin who is 2 years my junior, and Joan who was my ex-classmate of 4 years.

Joan was jogging along the beach when she spotted me and shouted for my name. I stopped and we had a brief conversation about life in general, her JC days, my Uni days, catching up on friends… Joan was supposed to come for the 4A steamboat dinner that we had last week, but she mistook it for next week, so she didn’t attend it (the blur sotong she is).

I remember mentioning that I detest food in America, in general. From quality to price, Singapore food beats that in America hands down. Well, except for quantity. America has a bad habit of serving more to shadow their lack of quality. When will they ever learn that quantity can never cover up for a lack of quality?

I was saying that maybe I should do some research on my prospects of transferring back to the local universities. But I know deep down that I want to stay in Seattle. I don’t know why, I guess I’m getting used to the whole American hospitality and culture. Coming back to Singapore was a little of a culture shock to me, did you know? I had a hard time trying to blend in 3 languages in a single sentence, trying to keep myself dry most of the day, trying to speak in short cuts and crude ways to people of the service industry, just because they don’t get my formal courteous and long-winded american-accented speech.

That aside, I’m enjoying every minute of reminiscence I’m having. Toodles.