Pigging out

Pork rib soup (Bak Kut Teh) at Balestier Road.

Couldn’t catch a movie ear­lier, so I went out to grab a bite. A big one it turned out to be, with me eat­ing a quar­ter of a pig, a bowl of rice and some salted veg­eta­bles at one of the many 24 hour eat­ing houses along Pork Rib Alley (Balestier Road). My friend E had a more del­i­cate bowl of pig liver mee sua. This par­tic­u­lar restau­rant (directly oppo­site the 7–11 and next to Marta­ban Road) is good. There’s the pork knuckle dish that melts in your mouth, and the hand­some bloke in the greasy sin­glet rolled up over his bulging belly (waiter and mas­cot) comes by now and again to check if you’ve drunk your pep­pery pork soup. If you have, he’ll top the bowl up with another ladle.

It’s amaz­ing how I still man­age to keep my svelte figure.

Lately, there’s still been peo­ple sug­gest­ing Funky Hongky and Silly Sin­ga­pore Names to me. E said I should read yesterday’s ST Life!, where it was announced that Eri­cia “I’m half-Chinese-half-rabbit” Lee’s younger sis­ter had signed with Medi­a­works as an Artits. Her name is Ezann(!). She stud­ied psy­chol­ogy in Bris­bane for a bit before decid­ing she liked Ezann Man­age­ment bet­ter. (It was fun­nier when E (whose name is pretty nor­mal, but can­not be divulged here) gig­gled non-stop for 5 min­utes with mee sua dan­gling out of her mouth). Then yes­ter­day a jet-setting ex-gf who’s in town tells me that there was a Hong Kong beauty pageant con­tes­tant who intro­duced her­self as Dev­illy, sounds like Bev­erly, only spelt wrongly (now say that sen­tence with a Hongky accent).