Should I be so amazed?

Otherwise I would not be found standing in front of a food stall, waiting for my food, and staring at this caucasian man who was dressed in Bermudas + t-shirt, eating fried oyster egg w/ chopsticks, reading a Dan brown novel. All this while shaking his crossed leg and taking occasional sip of sugar cane juice. He was more Singaporean than I've been in the last 5 years but reading a novel in a hot, oily and noisy hawker centre put him in a separate class.

The localized ang moh (hokkien dialect equiv of gwailo) raise more eyebrows than a Chinese eating hotdog in a baseball stadium. Or perhaps it has already become a common sight in Singapore and I'm just a foreigner in my own country...