Grouchiness
I hate hangovers. I hate feeling like I spewed a lot of bullshit the night before but I’m not quite sure what I said. We were only going to have one drink at our neighbourhood pub. But we had four? God, who knows how many…
The kangaroo was very sweet — he hopped out to get us some giant-sized lattes, offered headache tablets and hugs.
I still felt muddle headed and then I thought a spicy fix was in order. When I had a banging hangover in Telok Kurau, I would head out to have bah chor mee (noodles with minced pork and other delights) or laksa (white noodles in a spicy coconut gravy) or lontong (Indonesian vegetable curry with rice cakes).
Obviously these are not available here, I decided to try a friend’s mum’s belachan (chilli paste with secret spicy ingredients) in my tofu egg scramble. Can I just say POW WOW. I am more than halfway to happiness. Thanks to my friend for this Singaporean necessity. You know who you are!
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