Breakfast Musing

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Breakfast (ok, brunch) at the coffee shop.

It's been a while since I had any meat of the land-dwelling variety (too much yummy seafood in Phuket) and I was craving a little white meat that didn't used to swim. So, a plate of wanton noodles later, I was sitting back and enjoying a cuppa of kopi-O gao and watching the world go by. A good thing to do on a lazy Saturday early afternoon.


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Originally uploaded by Terz.

Then I see this: a pooch tied up by one of the entrances to the coffee shop. Yes, because in multi-cultural, multi-religious and multi-all-other-kinds-of-shit Singapore, full of Racial Harmony and Goodwill, people still bring their beloved mutts to coffee shops in an estate that's deep in the heart of an old kampung without regard for the sensibilities of others. (Note also, the sign on the top left of the picture that says: No Pets Allowed.)

If the coffee shop owners start wondering about the lack of business from a significant portion (I'd say 55%) of the residents of this estate, they should just come to this entry and wonder no more.

And the girl at bottom right? Posing. The moment I took out the camera phone. Posing.


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Originally uploaded by Terz.

Panning over, I see this woman, who had ordered wanton noodles too. And who picked up all the green chilli slices, covered in tomato and chilli paste, from her plate, washed them in the soup using her spoon, then drained the soup from said spoon onto the table...

WTF?

Note, table is gently sloping from left to right. Where did you think the soup was going to flow, lady? And WTF? On the table? Why, sweet Zeus, why?


I guess this would be my belated contribution to the whole One Singapore Minute meme.