I like food. I really do, trust me.
Maybe it's the Singaporean thing. Singapore just offers me a myriad of food, even Lebanese, which I had with Ching, Denise, Van and SK a couple of weeks ago. I like Indian. Myanmarese is not bad too. Mexican burritos are yummy as well (I only had them once at Cafe Iguana but I still remember how delicious it was).

And so, to celebrate my love of food, I have decided to come up with a few life maxims. Life and food... Ahhhh they go well together!

If life was a box of chocolates, I would want more of the liquor ones - they may look tame on the outside but on the inside, YEAAAA, EXCITING.

If life was a plate of Char Kway Teow, I would want to be the dark sauce and add a dash of perfection by sweetening up other people's lives.

If life was a Japanese Californian roll, I would want to be the avocado - always smooth and awfully rich.

If life was a Popeye's Fried Chicken meal, I would savour and enjoy every delicious episode, lick up every ugly fat that comes in the way, and live life such that undesirable consequences would be the last thing in my mind.

If life was a plate of kway chap, I would be the pig intestine - springy.

Some girls go for retail therapy. For me, it's food. Give me food, and I'll be alright. (: