February 24, 2007
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Living alone and being the glutton that I am, settling my meals during the Chinese New Year period is quite a hassle. I do not keep any food in my room apart from energy bars and those are hardly the ideal replacement for proper meals. I thought I would be saved by the Indian food stall one block away, which serves pretty decent grub, but it has been closed since Friday. What the hell? Do they have Chinese blood in them? Although business was decent, they did not seem like they did not need the increase in business during this few days. The coffeeshop specialising in Malay food was open for business but I would not touch the fare they serve with a ten-foot pole, it is absolutely atrocious.
I have been eating at three eateries almost everyday, a 24-hour bak chor mee stall, a tze char stall that is open till 3.30am and Macdonald. Hmmm, I have been stuffing my face at ungodly hours, maybe I should cut down on that. Speaking of Macdonald, it could warrant a separate entry, but I am too lazy for that. Yesterday was the first time I attempted to study there, in the form of completing an essay as an attempt at a coherent piece of work at home was hindered by an inability to think fluidly. Maybe I needed some fresh air, and food, so off I went. After settling down and devouring the obligatory meal, I started on my work.
lthough it was very likely that supernatural explanations were subscribed to when?
hu Xin Nian, Zhu Xin Nian? The high pitched song on the Macdonald television interrupted my train of thought.
umans have always supposed that agents outside our bodies and environment?
arah Michelle Gellar?Happy Ending!?blared the television.
And so this continued for more than an hour before I finally had some success with adjusting to the noise emanated from the television. I was not the only one afflicted, my buddy could not concentrate on his drawings too.
Then along came three teenagers, two guys and a gal, at five plus am in the morning to chat, louder than the television and with less pauses, about common topics, like clubbing, school and polytechnic schoolmates. Oh yes, and sex, but they spoke in hushed tones, or at least tried to, when it came to that.
o-and-so has more than two hundred girls on his MSN list.?One guy marvelled, obviously envious.
o-and-so is a hardcore clubber, she goes clubbing every week.?The girl ventured, half in awe.
irst impression matters a lot to you girls, right??The other guy tried to reaffirm his ideas about the way women are wired.
e all have had a girlfriend/boyfriend before, you slept with your boyfriend right??The nosey chap tried to keep his volume down unsuccessfully. It drew a shy nod from the girl. To which the other guy proudly declared that he was lean?with his ex-girlfriend and adding a feeble stab at humour in the form of was thinking with my head and not my body? Dude, hinking with the correct head would have sounded a lot less lame.
got drunk at Double O, I do not remember what happened after that?this other time I got dead drunk at Zouk? The girl offered of her clubbing experiences, stopping short of completing her accounts of the nights, probably too embarrassed to state that she got humped by some guys she would not have gone near had she been sober and whose names she did not remember.
After that, they got into a debate about getting drunk and getting high from alcohol, with different definitions of and attempts to distinguish between the two of them, it was quite messy and not making sense.
Still I soldiered on, doing my best to shut them out. Then a sharp pain hit my belly, probably my stomach not agreeing with the Sausage Macmuffin with Egg that I had (I knew there had to be a reason why I normally abstain from Macdonalds?. I had to take a shit in the smallest cubicle that I have seen in Singapore. The Gents?had two cubicles, but the other is meant for the handicapped and I am not Xiaxue and I do not squat on toilet bowls too. It was so cramped that I had to hitch my left knee up against the wall, it was odd designing that the left side had less space than the right.
After a few splutters and splats, I returned to complete my essay. It was almost eight am and the place was full of kids, which meant noise, noise and more noise. I gritted my teeth and continued my work. I did manage to get it done, but upon proofreading it felt like a halfwit disjointed masterpiece.
Oh well, at least I finished what I set out to do.
