Burgers

There was an endless grey, but we were thankful for a respite to the rain in the afternoon before it continued. The dreariness is nothing, compared to what the other countries are going through. In fact, I wish it'll rain out the whole week. If these rains mean a less damaging Cyclone Yasi for Queensland, then it's fair, isn't it? For people who've been complaining about how hot Singapore usually is, don't you dare say it's cold now.

I feel almost guilty for being rather non-communicative to humans this week. I'm not interested in happy thoughts or Chinese New Year. It's got pretty much nothing to do with me. Goodie bags have been packed for the old folks and deliveries will be done tomorrow. That, to me, lends meaning to the lunar festival. I don't understand the rest of it. Friends will know that my mind is taken up by nothing but what's going on in north-east Australia, Tunisia, and Egypt, and of course, the US State Department's Arab Twitter Diplomacy.

The man slogged long and hard in the office today. When he finally paused for a breather before a conference call, he demanded meat. Okaaay. He got meat at DB Bistro Moderne where he wrestled with the precarious burger without much success. It toppled over, again, like the last couple of times. He laughed and laughed. I really don't understand what's so funny about it. Men don't quite learn, do they? And women don't quite get it, isn't it?

Anyway, I mean to point you over to snog blog's properly written review on the burgers where better food photos are shown, instead of my not-here-not-there ramblings that mean nothing to nobody but myself and the girlfriend's growly and snipe-y 2 cats.