A nice day

Was going to have dim sum buffet with YF and parents for lunch, so refrained from having breakfast and cautioned parents to do the same. Instead, had a portion of a novel concoction of mum's - bananas soaked in vinegar. The formula, which was supposed to enhance bowel movement and purge of body toxins, was introduced by Billy Wang, the local DJ who gained fame amidst aunties for fighting cancer and practicing natural healing methods. It's supposed to be six bananas to one bottle of vinegar, with the addition of 5 lemons and sugar, which mum chose to omit. The bananas have been saturated with vinegar and disintegrates in the mouth, bearing no resemblance to any banana-ry taste whatsoever. So the result is rather like pure vinegar. I then realised that it does not suffice to leave mum playing on her own as long as she doesn't bother me (or us). There's danger when she starts to put innovative ideas into practice. After having had some tequilla (practically in minute quantities) at the Iguana Cafe (along Clarke Quay) at dinner, esterification could well be going on right and now in a nice and warm stomach and plenty of acid catalyst.

Despite esterification and the long day, and skipping rehearsals and consumpiton of alcohol, I didn't come close to having the dry-mouth nervousness accompanied by violent heartbeat and headache afterwards. The only time I was close to annoying hyperactivity was when the hugely oversized cake I bought was distributed to each filled individual, and I just couldn't stop laughing when SP (who was doing the cutting) comforted R's gentle apprehension by saying, "No one could escape. They're all of the same size." Even then, the laugh was personal, a release rather than a stringing-up, and even deliciously calming. It reminded me of the 907 days when people come to play mafia. A feeling of being in control and inconspicuous.