Tickle my ribs....

I was browsing for some tantalising tales of food trails when i stumbled upon this quirky blog by Alexis [not sure if this is merely a pen name, but apparently she's a NTU student]. But i find the fact that a gal is totally gushing over food amazing and well, interesting...

Imagine Alexis and Sarah[a random name i thought up to be Alexis's friend] walking around in a mall. Both of them saw a restaurant and a upstreet boutique adjacent to each other. Naturally i can expect Sarah to make a beeline for that boutique immediately. But Alexis? No... She makes a drooling homerun for the foodie delights. Fancy that! rofl... Ah... well, i am making a presumption that she is disinterested in fashion and dolling herself up but something tells me i am wrong. Dead wrong, if my knowledge of my female friends are to serve as credible reference.

Anyway, you were thinking what's with this blah over Alexis right? No... I ain't in love with her or anyting like that? [Are you crazy??] The reason i am mentioning her right here is her use of apparently weird but hilarious adjectives in her entries. Just to give you proof...[She is giving her own foodie verdict on Canteen B in NTU]

"Can B
the one where everyone goes to because they have no other choice. they have radioactive chinese noodles. the one with the orange gravy that looks like toxic waste. the stalls are basically crap. but the vegetarian stall has some saving grace. the fake meats tasted damn real! erm, the yongtaofoo stall has bland soup and blah ingredients. muslim stall has $1.50 meesiam but dun buy cos it sucks! yeah. never tried the chicken rice in can B. advice- avoid can b if you can cos its crowded, without good food. its only good for chatting over a cup of coffee when school's over cos its big and windy."

Can somebody please fetch the respirator please? For Margaret Thatcher's sake! radioactive chinese noodles?? That's about the most dysfunctional but farnee piece of writing i have seen for eons... Mahatma Ghandi's sake! Are you thinking what i am thinking? [You ain't B2 of Bananas in Pyjamas fame but you've got a brain at the very least right??] Can you visualise the sight of the mee pok auntie preparing the so-called radioactive noodles while donning a anti-hazardous material suit?

Goodness! [Okay, i am overreacting here... Someone please please increase the pressure so as to make the forward reaction less feasible according to Le Chatelier's Principle... okay not farnee not farnee]