I undertook what is quite a rare indulgence for me today--a snack outside of my meals. Haha.

I rarely snack; I usually cannot for the life of me be bothered to eat anything outside of my meals--how can I, when I even find meals a chore sometimes, much as I may get hungry? Haha. The main reason I eat is to stave off hunger more than anything else (though that is not to say that I do not enjoy my food; when I DO have to eat, I enjoy what I'm eating too, just that I don't fancy spending too much time on it, if you get what I mean).

Quite unusually, I got myself a packet of french fries today, on the way out of camp, and I munched happily on those strings of bright yellow fried potatoes, sparkling with salt encrusted all over them; it was quite a pity that they weren't cold, soggy, and un-salty--the way I like my fries. Haha. The best kinds are those you get from McDonalds' deliveries, having long gone cold and wet and soft and squishy from the journey.

But it was nice all the same, munching on the fries and having my lips all caked in salt, my tongue almost numbed off from the sheer saltiness of the fries. It made me shudder, swallowing so much salt. But I enjoyed it all the same, munching, tasting the flavour of the fries fill and swirl around my mouth.

How do you like your fries?

I had quite a bit of fun the day before too, over lunch, navigating the enormous bowl of ice-kacang (for the uninitiated, non-Singaporean [or cave-dwelling Singaporeans], it's a local dessert of crushed, shaved ice dripping in colourful syrup with lots of frozen jellies and red beans) before me.

It's always quite an adventure, eating the enormous mountains of ice; do it too quickly and you end up spilling the ice all over the table as the entire ice structure crumbles away and falls to the table, much to the despair of whoever is eating the dessert. The trick is to eat it slowly, enjoy the sweetness of the ice and savour the flavour (much as ice doesn't have much flavour haha).

And by the time you get to the red beans and colourful green and brown jellies buried below the ice, your tongue would've frozen off beyond all sensation; even if your tongue hadn't frozen off, you'd have been besieged by a splitting headache in a phenomenon only too aptly named "brain-freeze" by that infamous 7-11 advertisement of the slurpee-sipping guy clutching his head and screaming in agony. Haha.

Eating's quite fun after all, ain't it? :p