Food

Do you live to eat? Or eat to live?

Sometimes, like to-day, I'll get something plain (like chicken rice) because I know I have to eat, I am hungry, but nothing seems appealing. Othertimes, I'll crave something for days (or weeks) and then when I finally get my hands on whatever it is, I'll just be busy stuffing my face.

It's strange, living in a country where people'll travel over an hour by bus just to have a plate of $3 laksa. Yes, I do know of some people like that. And here's me, a woman who, at lunch time, will make a beeline for the shortest queue in a food court.


Oh well.