Over the last few months, we had a few close encounters with other Singaporeans in America. One interesting encounter was at Hollywood over the spring break trip. While we were on the way back from Universal Studios, kep and law saw someone walking near us who look like a typical Singaporean, wearing jeans and slippers…and then they were thinking if he was one. On the other hand, the Singaporean overheard our conversations and thought our accent was strangely familiar. Inside the metro station, he turned around and asked kep if we were Singaporeans. We started a small conversation and realised that he’s about the same age as us, here on a business trip. A small conversation led to us inviting him to join us for dinner, since he was alone. We had an interesting chat with him, talking about stage hypnosis and other stuff, and he said that we made him feel home away from home.
The other day, before sending steph to the airport, we decided to try some Malaysian/Singaporean food in the bay area. Layang Layang was closed, so we went to the Merlion instead. Yes, there’s a miniature Merlion outside and inside the restaurant. Pretty cool. The waitress is a nice Singaporean lady who’s the sister of the owner and she’s been here for more than 30 years. We ordered Char Kway Teow (which is USD 12.95 for a big portion, tasted more like Dry Hor Fun), Beef Rendang (the serving was a bit small), some Singaporean Fried Noodle (which turned out to be some fusion hokkien mee), some vegatables and chicken rice (just the rice only, which is not as fragrant as we expected.) She explained to us that the food is a fusion mix to cater to the tastes of the locals. Sadly. But in any case, she was pretty nice and it is a nice though expensive place to eat.
And recently, I got to know someone from intervarsity whose parents are Singaporeans. How rare is that? Haha. Of course, he is born here and is fully American. He only went to Singapore once when he was eight.
Better a nearby friend than a distant family – Proverbs 27:10