Kim came back from Dubai to spend a week or so with her family and friends she left behind in Singapore. Not exactly fresh off the plane, Kim had spent the past week eating as much Singaporean food as she could, catching up with the nephews who just got their PSLE prelim results and nieces who can't define mothers and grandmothers, and friends who make nasty, bad-ass jokes at every opportunity. There was Krispy Kreme donuts from Dubai. I missed out on them :(We met up at Ichiban Boshi for a good ol' Japanesy time. I had the the special - fried chicken and cod. Not very Asian eh. But it was good. They forgot the chawan mushi so we reminded the wait staff twice. Forgivably, it was a busy Wednesday aka Mambo night. The conversation covered all topics - from cats, the food, people in the restaurant and of course, airplane escapades from the mouth of the inflight attendant.
The stories were many and varied. We discussed at length the nuances of head movements of members of the Indian subcontinent. Did a shake mean yes or no to "Chicken or fish, sir?" ? At this time, no one really knows. There was also talk over dietary requirements in the Ramadan season. Did you know that passengers on the flights to Mecca would change into required traditional outfits on the plane at the reminder of the pilot? I hear you going "Really?". Yes, really. Haunted beds and noisy housekeepers in hotels were also conversed about.
It was quite a meeting of the minds and stomachs. I have been promised donuts at the next return.
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