Day Out

Yes, my days out have become so infrequent that I felt the need to blog about this one. It started with roti canai and roti telur, followed by a haircut, followed by three hours staring at my laptop screen attempting to edit my play and not knowing where to start. At the hairdresser's--my first visit to this particular one--I was arbitrarily appointed a hairstylist named Ajes. A name of enigmatic origins. Turns out he's my age. Which was interesting and at the same time mildly unnerving, though I don't know why. Perhaps because I'm particular about who touches my hair, and I'm used to having aunty-ish hairdressers messing with my hair.

A blissful three-quarters of an hour spent downing quantities of green tea while staring at the dishes of wondrous things floating past me on the Sushi King conveyor belt. The staff were in high spirits today, spontaneously breaking out into a chorus of "maso maso" whenever one person said it first. Strange ritual. Good to see that they were happy, as my cousin's working experience at a sushi outlet was dismal. He and a colleague got their ears pulled for using the restaurant's seaweed to cook their maggi mee lunch (yes, they were not provided lunch in the restaurant they worked in). Did I tell you I'm a heavy drinker? I like nothing better than to sit down for a chat and drink five cups of green tea (or Chinese tea) all the while. I drink till I feel heavy.

I am also easily amused. Such mysterious items of food, artfully arranged on their dishes, each dish rimmed with a colour to denote their price. Food with names like mamakari and kurage--cold with various degrees of slimy and yet enticing. White rice, green seaweed, orange salmon, black roe. Here passes three delicate orange spheres with white pinstripes--rice balls in translucent coats of salmon. Yes, I like sushi very, very much. Though Sushi King is only average at best, and its selection lacks the variety and vibrancy of Sushi Tei (incidentally the only other sushi outlet I have ever been to). There' s the difference in the price as well, of course.

Following that a meeting at Mac's with my employer (I am employed!). I am editing a children's book series. Nothing big. It's for one of those direct-selling companies and the writer himself is a free-lancer whose day job is actually investment consulting. crap my keyboard has converted to international configuration and now q is a qnd z is w and i can!t find the apostrophe and the full stop is off too: will try to sort this out: see yq: crqp:

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