the bells are ringing out for christmas day
MY PORRIDGE IS DA BOMBZZZ :D
This is Comfort Food — Chinese Mushrooms, Ikan Bilis, Dried Scallops! Tastes of HOMEEEE (truly, where I know I must beeee (and where Kwek is now). A cure for a gloomy (it's true what they say about the depressing effects of the Scandinavian winter) and completely unproductive day!
I knew thought the day would come, but, I think, for the first time in my life, I'm Homesick. Even though I love being in Europe and know for sure that I would be devastated when I have to go back to Singapore come summer '09, I miss my friends (love!), my family (even my dear mother who refused to send me a CNY food package pffft) and the food.
Food really is a big part of being Singaporean. Never quite realised that till I got here, and spent my first day in Copenhagen ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the wide array of familiar brands (Lee Kum Kee! Dodo! Milo!) and assorted foodstuff (pandan! frozen durian! tangyuan!) they have in the Chinese and Thai supermarkets.
But no, it's not just the food I miss. After all, there are these well-stocked Asian supermarkets and not-too-bad Asian restaurants in Copenhagen and I have 2342042 packets of Prima Taste pastes — everything I long to eat can be found or whipped up, if I really wanted to.
Apart from, and above the food, its about the memories (argh I hate the word, sounds so melodramatic) that we have, of us eating. Of friends across tables discussing how to classify ngoh hiang, driving across our tiny island to eat prata at 3am, navigating the roads of Geylang trying to find the 126 dimsum stall (near the gigantic 3d durian), our disappointment when we thought that yonghe doujiang had closed down (thank god they merely moved), nights of catching up while slurping down milopengs and chugging down pratas, taking brief breaks from studying by going to eat Nasi Briyani at Sixth Avenue, ending off drunken clubbing nights eating bak kut teh at mohd sultan, barbecues on my rooftop followed by a soak in the jacuzzi after, recess in the bright airy SN canteen gossiping over orange bowl and fried wantons, skipping first period to have yongtaufoo for breakfast in the NJ canteen....
Food from Home may be what we seek solace in, but it really is the Company I miss :(
This is Comfort Food — Chinese Mushrooms, Ikan Bilis, Dried Scallops! Tastes of HOMEEEE (truly, where I know I must beeee (and where Kwek is now). A cure for a gloomy (it's true what they say about the depressing effects of the Scandinavian winter) and completely unproductive day!
I knew thought the day would come, but, I think, for the first time in my life, I'm Homesick. Even though I love being in Europe and know for sure that I would be devastated when I have to go back to Singapore come summer '09, I miss my friends (love!), my family (even my dear mother who refused to send me a CNY food package pffft) and the food.
Food really is a big part of being Singaporean. Never quite realised that till I got here, and spent my first day in Copenhagen ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the wide array of familiar brands (Lee Kum Kee! Dodo! Milo!) and assorted foodstuff (pandan! frozen durian! tangyuan!) they have in the Chinese and Thai supermarkets.
But no, it's not just the food I miss. After all, there are these well-stocked Asian supermarkets and not-too-bad Asian restaurants in Copenhagen and I have 2342042 packets of Prima Taste pastes — everything I long to eat can be found or whipped up, if I really wanted to.
Apart from, and above the food, its about the memories (argh I hate the word, sounds so melodramatic) that we have, of us eating. Of friends across tables discussing how to classify ngoh hiang, driving across our tiny island to eat prata at 3am, navigating the roads of Geylang trying to find the 126 dimsum stall (near the gigantic 3d durian), our disappointment when we thought that yonghe doujiang had closed down (thank god they merely moved), nights of catching up while slurping down milopengs and chugging down pratas, taking brief breaks from studying by going to eat Nasi Briyani at Sixth Avenue, ending off drunken clubbing nights eating bak kut teh at mohd sultan, barbecues on my rooftop followed by a soak in the jacuzzi after, recess in the bright airy SN canteen gossiping over orange bowl and fried wantons, skipping first period to have yongtaufoo for breakfast in the NJ canteen....
Food from Home may be what we seek solace in, but it really is the Company I miss :(
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