Thursday, December 22, 2011
Halfboiled eggs
The other time when Honkei, Ezra and I went to watch ≪那些年，我们一起追的女孩≫ , we hung around the Bangla Park and Jurong Point because it was early and the movie was going to start at 9.35 PM. While Ezra perused the Christian books from Precious Thots, Honkei and I stood outside the shop waiting for him. We could see the shop on the floor below us, and the shop in question was Ya Kun Kaya Toast.
I was looking around, staring into space and just not paying attention to anything in general, when Honkei suddenly gave an exclamation and told me to look at the lady toasting the bread. Apparently, he went on to explain, she had dropped a piece of bread on the ground, but she picked it up and just continued toasting it. We watched in consternation as the toast flipped over and over on the grill and had kaya (or was it butter?) slathered on one of the sides. Finally, the lady placed two pieces together and set them on a plate. She put it on the counter top, where another waitress picked it up and served it to a couple in their fifties. We watched as the uncle picked up the Piece That Dropped On The Ground with his fingers. When the toast touched his lips, Honkei and I started howling in laughter and disapproval. We said we would never eat at this branch.
I just had butter & sugar toast, a cup of Milo and 2 half-boiled eggs from Jurong Point's Ya Kun Kaya Toast.
I was alone, I am alone now (on the bus). When I was eating just now, I was suddenly reminded of what Ben Chia told me a few days ago (and on a few other occasions as well). He said he thinks no one should ever have to eat alone (except for once in a while, when one really needs some alone time), that he feels sorry when he sees someone eating alone and that that "shouldn't be the way".
I guess that's the difference between an extrovert (Ben Chia) and an introvert (me). I guess plenty of people would find it unbelievable, and even laughable, that I'm an introvert. But that's just what I am even if it may not seem like it.
Digression: I love half-boiled eggs. If I had to pick 1 food to eat for my whole life, I think I might pick half-boiled eggs if only there was a way to eat them without the disgusting yolk.
I do enjoy time with myself. But I think, because I haven't been alone for such a long time, now it's a struggle getting used to being alone, spending time with myself and just letting my neurotic thoughts in my mind run amok on their own.
What is so bad about eating alone? Is there any bad in eating alone at all? If there is, I don't see it.
Have got to start enjoying my own company and stop feeling so alone, all alone.
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