Yesterday after packing away a much-needed meal, I asked my British gal pal, Alison if her belly was smiling. She laughed and added it to her new English for the global speaker phrasebook. 😛 That went right under “I’m crediting my sleep bank.”

Tonight, my belly is frowning. It has been grumpy for a few day– all fickle and shit. Tonight’s problem seems to be of a different variety, though. It’s more in the, “That food was so yummy, I’ve now got a boo boo in my tummy.”

How’s that for classic 4-year old poetry? Shazam!

Seriously. Ignoring yesterday’s cautious nibbling, I dove right into BBQ skate or stingray wing (they call it stingray here, but I’m used to assuming that the ones we eat are skates and not rays.), sizzling plate squid, fried prawn fritters and baby kai lan at the Chomp Chomp Food Centre.

Stupidly, I followed the crowd and had some iced dessert despite my stomach telling me “Enough.”

So some chendol was slurped up.

Justifying this meal was easy. I was feeling a bit homesick for Mama’s Chinese cooking and the sharing of dishes with steamed rice was a welcome change from canteen Chinese food eaten with a fork and spoon (more on that later.) I had spent the whole day walking my buns off (often in monsoon-style rain) at the Singapore Zoo. On top of that, I spent yesterday eating soup and plain rice.

When I started this entry, the stummy was just being a bit of a brat; now it’s having a full on tantrum. Lovely. I wonder if my neighbour can hear my burping and hiccuping. O_o Groan…

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