my bowl of porridge

I had porridge for dinner just now. The heavenly taste of hot plain old porridge going down my throat, warming me against the chill of a wet Friday.

The Oasis, another old charm of Singapore, will eventually be torn down in the name of progress. I wish to enshrine a pic of its menu and a pic of the restaurant here.

Oasis is changing even as I eat.. the local and Malaysian aunties who were serving the tables have been replaced with our mainland Chinese friends.

Good bye to you.