Breakfast: Nasi lemak, kaya toast and coffee with sweetend condensed milk at 67 Killiney Kopitiam.

This was one of most simple, wonderful meals I've had in Singapore thus far. I've not been big on breakfast from some years now, partly due to my frequent nocturnal tendencies, but also because the usual Western breakfast foodstuffs don't much appeal to me, and even frequently leave me feeling worse than I did before eating... the post-cereal milk dregs and mild reflux... the Weapons of Morning Destruction belly-bomb of eggs, bacon and toast... the cloying, sticky glop of pastries or donuts that leaves my hands feeling like I just funger-fucked a jar of rubber cement glue, and my belly experiencing pregnant pangs of regret and self-loathing the rest of the morning. Even "lighter fare" like fresh fruit and cottage cheese or a toasted bagel and some juice still somehow seems to underwhelm, at best.

But Asian breakfasts like this, a traditional Japanese breakfast, a couple of steamed buns and tea, or a hot bowl of noodle soup... these I can get into. I don't feel more weighed down and sluggish afterwards, I don't experience a sticky film of milky aftermath in my mouth, and I generally feel energized and ready to go do something after consuming a morning meal such as this.

And the coffee didn't suck, either. I've probably had about 5 decent cups of coffee in the past year in the States, and all of them were at Vietnamese restaurants.

Lunch: Slice of mozerella cheese on toasted wheat bread with pesto and tomatoes.

Dinner: Some sort of white fish cooked with garlic, soy suace, scallions, etc., stir fried cabbage, fried rice.

Later: Chunk of mozerella on wheat bread with mustard and hot sauce, cup of packaged Japanese corn soup, glass of milk.