Barbie in The Twelve Dancing Princesses

What a title for a guy’s post, “Barbie in The Twelve Dancing Princesses”… it almost seems like I’m obsessed with doll-like looks and go all ya-ya over it. Just to clarify, I’m not obsessed with dolls and the only reason why I can ever blog about this is because of my daughter. It so happened that her friend went to watch this event at Raffles City and got my daughter all hyped up, ready to charge towards Raffles City by foot, even if it meant taking a whole day to get there. Her over-zealous self was literally pulling and dragging me, although there was no such physical action.

Before I knew it, we were on our way there and queuing up to enter the sitting square where only 150 priveleged shoppers(or those who bothered to queue for one and a half hours) can sit at. I was starving all the way and the wanton mee that I had for lunch was rapidly digesting. My stomach was growling and I really wished I can just get out of the queue and grab some food, but instead, I have to endure the starvation after looking at my daughter’s starlit eyes that were so eager to catch a glimpse of Barbie. I can tell you I really hated Barbie at that moment I can almost eat her alive, but love overpowered hate and I just waited… hungry and tired since I didn’t sleep much for two days.

After the event, my wife joined us and we went to source for food, finally! It was the happiest moment of the day, thinking that my stomach can be satisfied, but the worst is yet to come. From Raffles City, my wife wanted to go Suntec City for dinner and I was not even sure if my legs could carry me there before I just died on the spot. Regardless, I let her decide, but before I can answer, she changed her mind and decided on Marina Square. It was a fifteen minutes walk through Citylink and I was glad when we finally reached and thought I can finally get some food to ease my agony… but apparently, she has decided on the mall, but not the specific outlet and we found ourselves pacing up and down Marina Square. After half an hour, the acid in my stomach was building up so fast that it’s literally overflowing and foam was almost oozing out from all the pores in my body.

She finally decided that her hubby would either need to eat something immediately or get hospitalized, so she made her decision… Seoul Garden. When the verdict was announced, I almost fainted right on the spot, isn’t that just at the entrance? Why did we have to run up and down Marina Square like monkeys looking for Bananas in a shopping mall? Regardless, I knew that food was finally coming my way, so I didn’t want to try guessing if she had plotted to make me starve longer so that I can eat more. While I was eating, I suddenly thought of my food preferences since I was a kid, so here goes…

Baby till 12 years old… Mom decides
12 yr old till 14 yr old… School Canteen
14 yr old till 16 yr old… Fast food, starting to have more spending power
16 yr old till 21 yr old… Buffet, even more spending power and can eat a lot
21 yr old till current… Fine dining, the ambience is important

When I came back to reality after drifting off into my own dream world, one more day was over.