Mein Kampf

Whee, I've been going around shopping the past two days with my mom. I've got a new shirt, a new bag, a new pair of glasses, and a new pair of track pants. The pants are purely for functional uses. I've got a youth camp coming up in which I'll have to use them. I'd rather not have them, really...

And I've been eating. Yesterday we ate at the Island Cafe at CK Tangs. I tried their signature laksa with crayfish dish. It wasn't really fantastic. The service was worse. They were sufficiently congenial, but a tad too partial. Next to us was this table where two caucasians were eating with their Singaporean counterparts. Since they were so close to us I picked up some talk about the usual high business. Now, the irritating thing was that the waiters all seemed to pay an inordinate amount of attention to their table instead of the others. Every few minutes or so some one would rush over to clear the plates, offer more water, bring dishes. They ordered later, but they got their dishes first. Several times the waiter went over to refill their glasses, but as he left, with a jug of water still clearly full, he failed to notice our empty glasses. My mother had to actually call out to him to refill our cups. And when we were done, our table remained littered with the used serviettes while the other table was swiped clean of them, made pristine long before they left. We left our table in the same condition it was after we were done eating.

I simply don't understand the colonialist attitudes some of our service people still carry. Surely 40 years of continued growth and independence, not to mention a world war, would have smashed those inferiority complexes? But no, it would seem. But I'll give them the benfit of the doubt. Maybe they just happened to overlook us, which seems rather unlikely given that we were literally seated next to that table.

Anyway, that aside, I've been having a great time walking around these two days. I think I've done more walking than shopping. But it's needed exercise I guess, haha. I received this letter today saying I've gotten a good progress award in my studies and therefore am eligible for a cash voucher. Well, at least that makes up for the whole Edusave bursary scheme, which I receive now and then, but am never eligible for. More cash to help fill up my account! haha. Thanks be to God for seeing me through my studies this year.

I'll be away from tomorrow till Monday because of my youth camp. I'm not really looking forward to it. I've never really liked camps. They are so much of a hassle. Living away from the urban environment for a few days, indulging (or shall I say wallowing) in silly games that inevitably involve mud and dirt and water. I'd be fine really, if they just concentrated on the spiritual aspect of the camp and left the rest undone. But I suppose being away from your comfort zone and being pushed to do things you don't normally do kind of forces you to depend on God more. Maybe that's what I need, haha.


Musa: I've always liked the idea of being able to yak those kind of stiff on a train or bus, haha. The narcissistic side of me coming out.

Vicks: Well, in the context of the current festive season your outfit was very appropriate. As for the concert one, well, it might have required a few tweaks, but I shall abstain from the details.

Benita: Bye! Have fun on your trip. You, know, I think you were right that day. Naseem was indeed slightly jealous of you... hahahaha

Naseem: Happy? Happy?? yeah yeah.... And I wasn't bitching about you, I was jacking you. There's a difference. But see you around soon!

Quek: I never said I had fun spending. I said I liked shopping. hahaha...