Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Death By Chendol with the second day of school, everything is still novel. what is no longer novel are the 45 minute train rides that are always chock full of people, which made me miss a train, which, in turn, made me late. alright, so i wanted to have breakfast and browse through our nation's only rag. nothing wrong with fueling up and reading up. blame the transport system it is! but frown as i might on it, i would also like to laud the system for building lifts. not that it's supposed to be of much use to us able-bodied brats but seeing a wheelchair bound lady on the train home reinforced in me, that if there was one thing to be proud of, it wouldn't be the damn casino, it would be our transport system. yeah, certain things catch on a little slowly here with your favourite emotional stripper but you sure don't appreciate the blasted midnight surcharge while being a raving, projectile vomiting drunk or how there are almost always no availabe cabs in the one hour bracket before midnight every night. marketing was scores better than economics, and it's surprisingly vice versa for the classmates i talk to. everyone was still clique-ish during the break. looks like we all aren't singaporeans for nothing, aren't we all notoriously reticent and absolutely incapable of ice-breaking in social situations we aren't accustomed to? yes, and i'm one to speak. but i suppose the camaderie is slowly being forged, with everyone being more willing to smile. i still have to insist though, that as easy as it may be to lift the corners of your chomper to form something genuine or otherwise, what makes or breaks an initial meeting would be the words that follow. but enough of my social insecurity and neuroses. what made my day was not how my lecturer pronounced macdonald's as macdoneds or that i enjoyed the lecture. it was the trip to little india in search of komala's which turned out to be as satisfying as i had been imagining it for the whole morning. we ended up traipsing around the area and ended up buying tea for a cool 10 dollars from a vendor that thought i was filipino. japanese, korean, chinese national...i've heard it all before. but pinoy? bastard took my 10 bucks and basically called me maritess. unfortunately that was the only spot of consumerism i/we indulged in, the area we mostly poked around in being rather tourist trap-py resulting in the wares hawked being rather identical and generic. dessert was the apparently famous chendol sold at the tekka market and it sure was the kind of thing people die from. gladly. i loved the whole jaunt, such a welcome change from town, despite the mad sweltering heat. the blasted blackcurrant tea better be good.

the textual siege.

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