Another very pleasant day, albeit another one in which I didn’t do nearly as much work as I needed to. In the morning, the Bodhisattva and I went off for kaya toast and soft boiled egg, followed by coffee. All extremely nice. The cafe was one the GF and I had been to on our last trip to Singapore: an intimate very casual and stylish little place in an HBD building. After we parted I went on to get my waxing done for the wedding, and also to get a haircut from a Japanese hairdresser. The latter was particularly pleasant as it felt like a nice return to this region, with the care and attention, the very good dry cut, and little niceties like a small glasses-shaped basket in which to place my glasses.
I then walked north to Telok Ayer where I found a lingerie shop I’d hoped to look at. It does handmade bras and while most were designed for East Asian figures, one of them turned out to be a good, comfortable bralette, so I bought two, as I am perpetually looking out for such things but almost never find anything that is comfortable and in my size. I did notice, as I was trying them on, how my body is like my mother’s, in being quite soft and pudgy even though not fat exactly. Maybe more subcutaneous fat than most people?
On returning we went out for lunch to an unagi and rice place, again one that the GF and I had visited and very much enjoyed some years ago. It didn’t have the epic queues of before but the quality still seemed excellent.
The day was full of snacks though, and I’m afraid I flagged rather: my eating style is enthusiastic but not voluminous, and I usually don’t snack between meals, or if I do, it’s a tiny bit to enjoy a flavour rather than actually eat.
Dinner was at a very nice old-school Chinese place, one with a Bib Gourmand from the Michelin folks so tends to be hard to find a table, but we didn’t have much difficulty. Afterwards, the Chief Snacker and her partner took me for a walk to their favourite view in Singapore. This is from an old, lower end HDB where you go up to the 12th floor, to the corner of a stairwell and look out over the opening to see a red-roofed geometric Chinese temple, all lit up, below you, and behind it in a right, perfect semi-circle, the skyscrapers of modern Singapore. A truly spectactular view, and all the more precious because it belongs to public housing for the impoverished. To get to the stairwell we went through a corridor with open flats on either side, of which the most notable was painted entirely in pink, with a Hello Kitty themed Quranic verse over the door, and an old man with his belly protruding from his vest sprawled on the floor watching tv (I assume Hello Kitty cartoons). He saw me staring and growled viciously, so perhaps he was not the Hello Kitty afficionado, hard to say.