No hiking today. The gods must be displeased with Singapore because it rained torrentially this morning. It wasn't raining when we got up, but shortly before we were to leave, Miffy SMSed with the news that it was raining heavily in her neighborhood, which is also the neighborhood of our intended hike. We reshuffled our plans to meeting at Casuarina for roti prata instead, and then had to wait for a table when we got there, which was surprising since it was only 9-something and we thought most people would be sleeping in. (Today is Hari Raya Puasa, to celebrate the end of Ramadan, and a public holiday.)

Anyways, we eventually scored some seats, though Terence and I were perilously splattered by the rain. The food was kinda disappointing, so this may be the last time we eat there. A friend of mine who did a prata run all over Singapore lately swears that Sixth Avenue has the best stuff, anyhow.

[Explanatory note for non-Singaporean readers: Roti prata is like an Indian pancake, except fried in much more oil than a conventional American one and dipped in cholesterol-laden curry for a truly heart-stopping meal. It's impossible to find outside of Singapore; even the Penang chain of Malaysian/Singaporean restaurants in the US can't manage more than a paltry copy of the stuff. Oh, and it's also one of the most popular twenty-four foods in Singapore; there are joints all over the island claiming to be the original, and canonical, Jalan Kayu roti prata place.]

After breakfast, there was talk of heading to Marina Leisureplex to goof off at the indoor archery range there --- but a minute after we'd pulled out of the area in our separate cars, plans changed again and people decided that given the delightfully rainy weather, they'd rather go home and sleep. Terz and I got back here: he's playing his NFL game and thrashing the Detroit Lions 41-0, I'm logged on and attempting to roleplay. He has a wedding dinner to attend tonight, but other than that, it looks like it'll be a quiet and rainy day at home for us.