Daisyspeak

We practically ordered one of everything from every stall and eating -that- much made me want to throw up. The truth is, I didn't enjoy all that eating.

Fried Carrot Cake
Hainanese Chicken Rice
Barbeque Chicken
Fried Hokkien Prawn Mee
Chwee Kueh (rice dumplings topped with preserved vegetables)
Pig's intestines porridge
Satay Bee Hoon
Ching Teng

And I'm going to make a statement that is gonna get me shot (it already does everytime I mention ad verbatim to friends) - I don't like hawker food. I don't enjoy hawker food, I don't crave hawker food, and I don't see what's the big deal all about. Except that it's all really some unhealthy, oily and mangled mess of hot food laden with alot of MSG.

Gimme me home-cooked food anytime.

So I don't know what to say or what to do with them anymore. And sitting by the Esplanade bay (is there such a place?) and chatting with an obscure new acquaintance was perhaps the most -enjoyable- part of my evening. Have I changed? Or have they? Or have we all changed? I don't know. And I know what I'm doing is unbecoming and it hurts a couple of my friends.

But if meeting up would mean having to eat insane amounts of food, and talk about bourgeois materialist acquisitions of cars, mobile phones, the latest Crumpler bags, cameras and racist jokes, I'd rather stay home with my book.

So I will not go for the annual Christmas party, partly saved by my bet with Shan that I would be able to not celebrate Christmas, that I would stay home on my own during the Christmas period. But I can't run away with the New Year's Eve one.

I'm mean. I know. Do I think I'm better than them? Of course not. I just think it's sad that we've grown different? Have we?

Have we?