: Of Egg Tarts, Dim-Sum-Dollying, Torn Backsides and Retail Therapy : Part Un

Reality is truly harsh. It strikes you the moment you land, the moment you step on the gangway, and the moment you take a breath of the all-too-familiar-half-polluted-half-sanitized air of this puny island.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate this place, I just hate the thought of coming back to all the hoo-ha that was still around where I last left it. Call me an escapist.

Planning for this trip was a blast. I met up with her initally for a casual dinner date a couple of weeks back. I didn't expect I'd be going on a trip with her, considering we were both estranged from each other for nearly a year. We plopped ourselves somewhere atop a famous hill with an equally famous bar and a supposedly famous cruise liner conveniently drifted by...

Her : (leering over the hilltop) Hmmm...sian leh. I've been contemplating to go for a holiday till now still haven't go. It's been a long while since I went on a cruise also. Then gonna start work soon. My days are numbered.
Me : Likewise leh. I took leave to go Bangkok but kena put airplane so now stuck here. Again.
Her : Is it? How come?
Me : My so call kaki just got himself attached and thus is currently enjoying his "honeymoon". You know the rest la...
Her : Eh, then when u take leave?
Me : Next weekend lor.
Her : ..............
Her : (frantically slaps my thighs and proceeds to start baying like a donkey) Eh! Eh! Eh! Then we can go cruise together mah like dat! Want?

I wanted so badly to get out of this place for too long. And along she came. She has this tendency to pop out at the right moment at the right time telling me the right things. As always. Even when I met her for the first time.



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