I've always wanted to go to Taiwan, but I just never really got around to it until now. This always surprises people, because I am just so ling long ching chong. I have an irritating habit of replying in Chinese even though a conversation begins in English. After a few sentences, they invariably switch to Chinese too. Ha!
My trip to Taiwan started off early at 7am, when I reached Changi Airport. There was a couple of hours to kill before our flight took off, so my friends and I sat around the food court.
I rubbed my eyes to check it's really the Tai Wah I know and love. But as much as I wanted to buy a bowl, it seems like a shame to fill up my stomach right before flying to Taiwan, so I took a rain-check. [Update! My sister tried it and said the noodles here were a far cry from the original.]
When we got onto the plane, I didn't pay much attention to the safety because I thought I have heard 'em all. Which was kind of a mistake. The flight had a lot of turbulence, which was bad news for J, who was slightly afraid of heights. Midway, I was trying to remember: was it a parachute or a life-vest under the seat? It's a valid question. Stop judging me. J was a little too preoccupied to reply. I tried to distract her by sharing my phobia about luggage falling onto my head, which strangely didn't calm her down.
She told me that if there was a fire, she'll feed me to the flame. I countered that my jacket is flame-retardant. Like the owner, but for flames.
In hindsight, I'm sure there are better retorts I could have used. But it seemed to prove my point. I'll call it a draw.
My trip to Taiwan started off early at 7am, when I reached Changi Airport. There was a couple of hours to kill before our flight took off, so my friends and I sat around the food court.
Tai Wah Pork Noodles, which serves the best ba chor mee I ever had. |
When we got onto the plane, I didn't pay much attention to the safety because I thought I have heard 'em all. Which was kind of a mistake. The flight had a lot of turbulence, which was bad news for J, who was slightly afraid of heights. Midway, I was trying to remember: was it a parachute or a life-vest under the seat? It's a valid question. Stop judging me. J was a little too preoccupied to reply. I tried to distract her by sharing my phobia about luggage falling onto my head, which strangely didn't calm her down.
She told me that if there was a fire, she'll feed me to the flame. I countered that my jacket is flame-retardant. Like the owner, but for flames.
In hindsight, I'm sure there are better retorts I could have used. But it seemed to prove my point. I'll call it a draw.