Monday, January 30, 2006
i think it's bloody therapeutic to be in Singapore at 6pm on the eve of chinese new year
simply because, like someone has pressed the mute button on the celestial remote control, the whole island becomes ghostly quiet - roads are empty, shops are closed, no one's walking about, no damn kids running around playing teng-teng and the birds are all nesting somewhere in the trees,
these sounds are replaced by the more tolerable clicks of bowls and glasses, of chopsticks scraping the last bits of abalone from the bottom of the bowl and mahjong tiles clattering around (this one has potential of not being totally tolerable at 2 am)
and i get to go to mustafa centre thrice in four days
gong xi fa cai ¶ 11:39 pm
simply because, like someone has pressed the mute button on the celestial remote control, the whole island becomes ghostly quiet - roads are empty, shops are closed, no one's walking about, no damn kids running around playing teng-teng and the birds are all nesting somewhere in the trees,
these sounds are replaced by the more tolerable clicks of bowls and glasses, of chopsticks scraping the last bits of abalone from the bottom of the bowl and mahjong tiles clattering around (this one has potential of not being totally tolerable at 2 am)
and i get to go to mustafa centre thrice in four days
gong xi fa cai ¶ 11:39 pm
