Tuesday is my day off, so after a morning date spanning 15006 km I headed to VivoCity with three goals in mind. Long pants for a temple tour I'll be doing on Saturday. A sweater to bring to class. A hula hoop. Success on all fronts. Honestly, if I hadn't ben successful that would make me the worst shopper EVER because VivoCity is colossal.
Food courts are still intimidating at times. I could have gotten hor fun which jut makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. The Boy's uncle says I need to learn to make Hakka food, so when I saw a sign advertising "Hakka pork belly" I actually thought about it...well, until I actually thought about it. I settled on puri, which I had somehow always assumed would be crispy. Nope, just puffy bread. Anyway, as with a lot of Indian food I soon realized I had no idea how I was supposed to eat it.
Dessert was ice kachang which was good in a weird way. Can't say I'm totally sold on the idea of corn niblets in my sno kone, but I'd eat it again:
Oh yeah, and the good people of Singapore are polite enough to act as though it's perfectly normal for a Random Canadian Girl to be toting a bigass hula hoop around on the bus. Which I appreciate.
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