新加坡 | SINGAPORE
SINGAPORE, SINGAPORE, SINGAPORE.
BUSINESS TRIP, daz what it is.
That always sounded pretty professional and atas to me.
Until this one.
(the redness is not a fancy light leak filter, it was my phone case)
Having spent some time in cooking school, the task of mass producing 10,000 liters of slime fell onto me. Menial but necessary.
Trial & error,
trial & error,
trial & error.
That was just Day 1.
Even their super glue is kiasu.
Frog porridge, ojien, stingray, beef noodles. Hallelujah.
The hotel we stayed at had this fancy car elevator that brought us to the parking lot.
I had my fair share of conversations with taxi drivers about the pros & cons of new technology, halal Subway in Malaysia, and our differences.
How come you look Malaysian, but you sound like a Singaporean one?
Stuck in a warehouse with 4 (then) complete strangers, it took us some trial and error before we came up with the perfect recipe. Sweaty, disgusting, and unglam; we fell into a routine of measuring, cooking, cooling and storing. The scorching sun was shining down on us as we slaved at making this green goo that would bring happiness to kids.
Day 2 had finally ended and I had to navigate my way to the rest.
Some instructions, a bus ride, a train ride, Google Maps, and some work on bus eleven–I made it alive.
This Grilled Chicken Sandwich from Bánh Mì 888 was one of the best things I devoured there. This sandwich was my comfort. I had it three days in a row and I could have had more.
I insisted for a receipt and this is what I got.
Walking under the hot sun, a 200 meter bus ride, pail shopping at a HDB, and a 500 meter taxi ride.
Day 3 was supposed to end earlier. We were almost done packing up and I got a call saying that some of the slime had begun to smell. I felt so bad when I had to tell them to get back to work.
Can we get more body wash?
Best purchase from 7-11: Heritage Butter Croissant. Heritage.
I met up with an old classmate who took me for midnight dim sum.
He got pretty excited when he was ordering.
3000 liters short of our initial goal, we were done with the cooking and had moved over to the main venue.
Day 4 was the hardest on me.
I woke up early the next day and wandered off on my own. Last day, last chance.
No shame, I had to have another croissant before leaving.
All in all, Singapore’s skies were good for me.
It showed me that I had my options: to climb over this wall or turn around and go home.
But Uncle, we sound the same lah. I think we are quite similar.