Sunday afternoon, Dad and I were at a hawker centre(contrary to popular belief, I DO eat at hawker centres). We decided to order fish slice noodles from a new stall. Good marketing strategy, I thought. Nicer and brighter stall sign as compared to the other stall, selling fish slice noodles as well. The food came..We tucked in eagerly.

Dad: This stall is not going to survive. The fish is not fresh.
Me: But I like the soup, its nice.
Dad:(Flaring up)Thats a lousy evaluation isnt it? How stupid.
Me: But I was not evaluating, I was only commenting. I was merely saying the soup is nice..thats all..
Dad: But thats stupid isnt it, talking about the soup.
Me: Yeah...yes..I am stupid. So what? (Few layers of semiotic significance behind this, first layer being that i have heard this before, its always the same type of argument. Second layer being, I am his daughter, if I am stupid, it means that he is stupid as well...end of story)
Dad: (Finally cracking a small smile) So you are stupid lor..

So...thats my Dad for you. Is it any wonder I have rather low self esteem? Not really...its a wonder I turned out the way I am, having this type of conversation every week.

Anyway..here are the some of the photos taken at Changi Airport as promised..Better late than never right..