Bus ride.

i love pleasant bus rides.

boarded 335 at the interchange today, and the bus captain smiled at me. i thought it was because i was first in the line. but when i subsequently found a good seat and looked at the captain again, he was smiling at all the passengers. he even said "good afternoon" to them.

even helped a lady bring up her baby pram onto the bus. the whole ride was never bumpy, and he didn't speed. how considerate. :)

oh and when i was looking out of the window during the journey i saw an old man cycling on the road with a frail old lady sitting right in front of him, on the metal bar. it kinda looked like a ventriloquist with his dummy. :x okay shut up jayina, beware of karma. next time you'll be the one riding the bicycle with old and frail gavin sitting on the metal bar.

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just had a chat with T and realised that i may come across as cocky/materialistic/whatever with regards to my food entries.

okay anyway if any of you who have ever bothered to read my food entries, i didn't mean to sound like i'm materialistic about food okay? though expensive food has a certain standard to it, it doesn't mean it must be good. i am always on the lookout for good food, and will always recommend it to my friends.

the thing is, i'm more vocal towards sucky food so pardon me if you actually happen to like the ones i 'reviewed' casually in this space because everyone's perceptions to 'good food' are different. perhaps my mom had always been in the F&B line and always get to eat super fantastic HK cuisine prepared by HK chefs, so she's really picky about the kind of food she eats outside. and i don't mean just restaurants. yes, even hawker centres. you'll be surprised at how much more tastier food they have to offer. ;)

kinda rubbed it off me i think. once we've tasted something fine which satisfies far more than just senses, everything else is just below par.

but then again, how do you define 'good'?

good food to me, is something which i can never get sick of. like the cantonese stall here in jurong, selling only a selected variety of traditional breakfast. like the hor fun stall in chinatown, which my dad likes to tapao back for our supper, whether we're hungry..or not. like the many other stalls in tiong bahru, too many to be named. ya la ya la. ALL chinese cantonese food. i'm very picky when it comes to cantonese food. HK cafés included, thank you very much. they don't serve food up to standard.

i'm alright with average food of course, i'm not some strict food connoisseur with raging taste buds. i eat whatever i'm given, unless it's unbearable or tastes like cow manure. i'll just know it's not good enough.

okay imma wash my face now and rest early. can't afford to miss lessons with a bad sleeping pattern.

au revoir.

p/s: i noticed that my last 2 entries were posted at 11:11 pm and 1:11 pm. how queer.