Feeling refreshed from a deep eight-hour sleep, I found myself in front of the bathroom mirror washing my face and pinching my cheeks. No, it’s not because I forgot my fave cheek tint back home. I slid the bathroom door half-open and took a glimpse at the two snoring girls sleeping on the queen-sized bed. I closed it. And then I opened it again for another peek. This time with a tender giggle that only pre-teen girls (and boys?) watching Justin Bieber would make. I looked back at the mirror and saw a demigod calm figure brimming with excitement and joy. After all, it was officially the start of our vacation.
I tiptoed my way out of our room and into the kitchen. Thankfully, there were a lot of pots, pans, plates and utensils made available for our use. I quickly boiled some water in a soot-covered aluminum kettle and started to rummage through the ref fridge. Like most common Pinoy motherless households, this fridge was empty filled with bottled water and a few stuff:
Eggs, check.
Strawberry jam, check.
Cream cheese, check.
A jug of Sunkist apple juice, check.
Unidentified packets of meat, check.
Moldy ginger… priceless!
Nothing that I haven’t seen yet, I thought. I had been hoping to surprise myself with anything that would make me realize how “uniquely Singapore” this household was. I opened the cupboard and my eyes scanned the items one by one like a platoon sergeant inspecting his lined up soldiers before a drill. There was a can of Milo, a bottle of Del Monte ketchup, 2 stacked cans of Spam, a box of Kellog's cornflakes and a pack of red onions. Sigh. I guess the former tenants have already “Filipinized” the kitchen. I took out the box of Kellog's only to reveal 3 bottles of condiments, all with the hieroglyphic Chinese texts on their labels. I took the bottles out one by one. >>