there beneath the blue suburban skies

i've been here three days and i've already fallen in love with the food at maxwell food centre. i had a mid-morning snack of ondeh-ondeh (absolutely lovely and light, skin was the right texture, not too hard or chewy) and soyabean (not mr bean. i'd never betray jollibean - and anyway, the hawkers who make it themselves always make it the best). there's ming chiang kueh here which was given a two bowl rating by makansutra, and a shop selling biscuits where i bought a pack of those light-as-air chocolate wafer biscuits. marks and spencer's cookies (you know which law firm provides them, don't you?) will never compare to these, from those huge golden tins marked khong guan. the taste of childhood, a reminder of who we are.

i suppose i should write about how depressingly government my new office looks, with its huge charts depicting the different levels of hierachy in the office, the newspaper articles on "how much this service has helped me" tacked on to every cubicle wall. i could write about how depressing it is, going to the family court and seeing five divorces granted in twenty minutes; imagining the pain and trauma all these people must be going through - and some of them will never recover, it's pretty obvious. i can see it in their tear stained, vacant eyes. we weren't made to cry this much, tears were meant for other things, like getting grit and dirt out of your eye.

but no, i think you'd rather hear about food, won't you?

there's also a shortcut to amoy street food centre from this place. i should be trying the wanton mee from maxwell soon, stay tuned.